She Dreamt

She dreamt of that night,

That dance

Since she was a little girl

Filled with Cinderella fairytales

And happily ever after's

But who'd want to take

The girl in the wheelchair

To the prom?

He loved her

More than words

Could express

That girl

With the piercing sad

Eyes

And a story

All her own.

She hadn't always been

In that chair

Once upon a time she had danced

And ran

Her eyes so filled

With life back then.

He knew somewhere

That spark was still there.

He was going to take her

To that dance

And show her he loved

Her.

The chair was

Nearly invisible to him

An extension of her

Simply a way

To get around.

Why did he want

To take the girl

In the chair to the prom?

His friends asked

But he never answered

He didn't have to explain himself

Other than to say

He was in love

And that was enough.

They sat leaning

Against an old oak tree

One night.

Talking sharing dreams

When she was with him

She almost forgot everything.

"I want to take you to the prom,

Will you go with me?" He asked

Nervously

Feeling like a little boy

With his first crush

But this was real

And deep.

"I can't dance."

He could see the tears

Glistening in her eyes

The one's she so desperately

Tried to hide.

"I think you can

You're just afraid." He said

"And you don't have to

Be."

"But I can't even stand

On my own two feet."

"Dancing like this

Is more about your heart

Your soul,

Your passion."

He said.

After a moment

Of silence

She finally said:

"I'll go,

I have dreamt of going

Since I was a little girl

And going with my Prince

Charming

That's you."

"Let's dance

Cinderella"

He said,

Lifting her in his arms

And dancing under

The starlit sky.

"This is better

Than anything I could

have ever dreamt."

She said

Letting herself melt

Into his arms.

© Michelle R KIdwell

4/22/2018