Dancing Past my Mother’s Time

As I reach the age of my mother’s death,
my memories turn backward and
forward in a spiral dance of
beginnings in endings
and endings in beginnings.
A pirouette of firsts and lasts
and all that took place
in between.

My thoughts return to carefree times —
An innocent first kiss,
first baby’s cry, first words, first steps
and endless summer days.

These cherished beginnings
loop and twirl in my mind
with bittersweet endings —
last days of holidays,
final wills and testaments,
thoughtless words
to loved ones
now long lost.

And as I stumble through the future steps
of dancing past my mother’s time,
may I treasure the cycles and spirals
of all my life has been till now
and revel in the beginnings and endings
of all that’s yet to come.

Image: “Spiral Dance” by Tina Escobar (used with permission)

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