She waits. She always waits for me…
Picture It and Write from ermiliablog@wordpress
Write a paragraph of fiction or a poem to accompany the image.
The picture prompt for this week is below:
Save The Last Dance for Me
It won’t be long before I will have my last homecoming. The tree outside my bedroom window is bare. The last of the leaves have fallen off. I can sense the new chill setting in. Winter has come. I don’t mind. I can still see her dance slippers, pearls, and gloves hanging from that last limb.
It was yesterday we danced together. We dance every day. I haven’t missed her because of that. We have been dancing together all these years that she has been gone. And I have not missed a dance yet.
She extends her long beautiful arm to me, beckoning me to take her hand, and I fold my left arm gently around the small of her back, lowering my cheek slowly against her cheek. And each time I nuzzle into that sweet curve of her neck, each day I inhale her lover’s scent, and at each turn I can feel that soft silk line of her dress.
The last dance is upon us, and I believe that this is the one in which we get to hold each other in each other’s arms, and dance to the promise that we made 50 years ago, that our love would not stop with “death do us part” but continue even after death.
This time take my hand, if you will, and I will glide you gracefully across the expanse of our love and our lives.
This is beautifully written.
Inspired by a beautiful pic…
Wow. Wonderful write Randy. So very romantic.
thank you, Becca.
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So emotional, just plain lovely. Well done.
Beautiful words – that was when I could tear myself away from the picture, I love ballet. I still have some shoes like that 🙂
Isn’t it such a beautiful picture!
I’m still in the, “Curse you, Death! You’ll not take me!” phase. I hope I have this strength someday. Very beautiful embrace.
I understand completely.
My father though passed last year in hospice; and my mother is about to go in. I am dancing last dances almost in waltzes, like the dance in the Disney Haunted House ride (if you’ve ever been there). It is eerily sadly hauntingly beautiful and rageful all at once.