[Photo Courtesy: My daughter. My grandson is over a year old now. Out of my respect for his parents’ private sphere, any of his photos I post are either old or don’t show him in full.]
the dance of my life
the story used to form fast on the tip of my parents’ tongues
extended family ever so ready to join in the retelling
a natural dancer with a spry passion apparently i was
with or imagined music – it would not matter
full attention of whoever did routinely gather
ample laughter a loving audience were always alive
not even a single beat without me had any chance to thrive
in later years when that early joy came back from the dead once or twice
i submitted to the music’s magic however in full disguise
both joys then ceased to be for as long as i can remember
becoming an adult was no easy feat after all…
birthdays rushed one after another at their racing speed
i am now graced with a delightful grand baby
he, too, may dance on his own one day…maybe
if not, the loss will be great and only mine
for he once poured into me a dance of the divine
hülyaswritings 
May you always enjoy the magic!
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Dear Kathy, it seems that this angel came to me at a time when I must have been missing the magic the way we are all intended to experience time and again…through different connections…
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