Dancing On My Own (Poem)

Now that I’m dancing all on my own, I’ll always hold close, cherished memories of you laughing, dancing and singing along, tapping your feet to the melodies of every beat finding comfort knowing God placed divine energy at your feet

Dancing on your own no one to share the floor because God put the spotlight on you for more to move about freely, making it do what it needed do, we all knew that’s what you came to do. The way you walked gracefully through the door, your sassy sway onto the dance floor, no one could match your spirit, the one I simply adored.

Caught up in the rhythm, the beat, the lines of the course, you danced liked an Angel straight from Heaven’s doors. Dancing on your own because this journey was all yours, ohh mommy your face was so beautiful I simply adored. The ray of joy that came with all your movement was one for us to enjoy realizing we needed much more, more memories of you..to go about our day and think of you pleasantly my lovely Sweet Lady J. It has given me the ability to pray so much more SMILE you’d always say…& it didn’t matter if it was a good or really bad day.

God made a way there’s not too much more I can say, I’m just so happy I see the beauty of you in the sunrise I get to watch each day.

So now that I have these moments of you dancing on your own I know I have been with you you’ve been here all along.

I don’t wanna dance here anymore alone with a spirit so sweet, a journey so long I know you have the energy to tag right along.

So I walk out to the dance floor, place your hands in mines together we’d dance, this moment is all mines. In truth its our real memory of what we use to do so let me go back reflect and say I remember you. I remember when I would come out to dance & laugh the night away, this memory is where my mind takes me that’s all I can really say. Remembering when we ‘d dance you’d always take my hand, in a league of your own, dancing to every song. So you said you need to rest, walking off the floor separation anxiety I dropped to the floor. Blood on my knees begging you stay, you said no it wasn’t intended to be this way, you’ve held my hand too long. I’ve taught you to be still to listen to the voice, so that’s how I’ve made my peace with my next choice to continue & dance on my own realizing Im not alone, it was in that very moment God played your favorite song it was then you and him decided it was time to hand dance home

Back down on my knees begging mommy come back to me… I then heard Gods voice say stop crying she was left with no choice. Positioned on my knees orchestrated by you staying there meditating until I figured out what to do. I prayed my way up coming off my knees stumping on the enemy in my mind to this fast line dancing beat! It was one of your favorite songs Luther’s Bad Boy Mr. Irvin shared on how you’d sing along. I must end this part of the poem or what ever this may be, I’m putting down my pen & give God some glory, for allowing me to be here to tell this part of my story.

Dance your way my Sweet Lady J.