You opened your arms with a smile on your face.
I remember the laughter and joy in that place.
I'd forgotten the words and even the tune;
Recalling the moment we danced in that room.

You swayed back and forth and you twirled till I laughed;
I remember so many things private and past.
It was just you and me to a paced melody.
And I still hear your voice. . ."Come~Dance With Me!"

An Irish heart and a mother's love,
were two of the things that dance was made of.
Then twenty years later with my own child of three,
I repeated those same words. . ."Come~Dance With Me!"

I'm now forty-six with years still ahead,
and our legacy waits from the words that she said.
The Lord won't forget of the dance He would give
to a mother and child in that home where they lived.

And when I arrive to behold the Lord's face,
I'll know of her laughter and joy in that place.
She will open her arms to a paced melody;
I'll again hear her voice. . ."Come~Dance With Me!"

© Cheryl Taul
December 8, 2000