The Dance

Life in nine months will give us

A gift so precious and rare

Years that follow, bestow upon us

Grace, beauty, and love beyond compare

The future will be filled with many things:

Wonder, heartache, and immeasurable joy

That brings the fruition of wisdom and love

That only the heart of a parent may know

In its spinning and perpetual state,

Life’s dance will continue in full glory

To create and traverse a passage,

Hour by hour, day by day, story by story

Life will give abundant love and joy

In times and years of reflection

But it will also bestow sadness and despair

Moving slowly, amidst perils of imperfection

Regardless, in its glory the life we treasure

Will continue the lineage of our lives

Dancing, evolving, measure by measure

Through happiness, tears, and strife

For what we experience makes us unique

Be it wisdom, joy, love, or grief

The days will turn and toil about us

Leaving a marking like lines upon a leaf

The dance is a gift beyond imagination

Something to which nothing can compare

In all glory and magnificence

We must spin a pirouette most rare

Before age creeps upon us far too swiftly

And brings us to full measure amidst confusion

When the child will be the parent who cares

For the elder living in illusions and delusions

So sing loudly from a breast full of song

Dance until your feet can no longer twirl

Enjoy existence in utmost measure each day

Allowing rare moments in your dance to unfurl