She slips on the world
Our easy living room waltz
Goes the way of time
When I was a little girl, we’d visit my grandmother at her apartment. She’d put on records and teach us to box step. She could always dance, and I believe that although the years have slowed her considerably, her heart is dancing. I am sending great love and light to her this morning, as she is so far away from me in Fairbanks, Alaska. Grandmom, if I could be there, I would.
key words: love, aging, grandparents, grandmom, longing, dancing