Wednesday, April 10, 2013

The Perfect Dance


for my daughter, Tanis S. L. Ireland

 
A stride that speaks of fitness
Not just a truly healthy air
But each muscle speaking for itself
Comfortable in its frame of reference
Swimmer, athlete, every muscle toned
Easy movement, unaware of effortless pace
A ramble born of countless hours, breathing in puff mode
Work born of determination, pushing on
Leaving comfort zone for another higher one
The mother observes with maternal pride
The silhouette in black is perfect, swimmer’s shoulders
Top the ideal body profile, angles sloping downward
Dark slimness outlined by the white, chalky gravel
Hard background to match the hardness of arriving
Laps and laps and run upon run have shaped a newness
This painless gait now at home in itself
Possessing a marathon strength
Acceptance shows in subtle space…faultless form a choice
Mother heart bursts in lioness smugness…but also a sadness
Because this feline spirit from her womb does not need her
She has become this strong woman all on her own
She treads down the rocky slope of laneway
Unaware that she performs the perfect dance.


Love forever, Mom

cailin raine

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