“How it felt to dance,” she would sigh to us” to glide like smoke across the hardwood,to feel the black lace rub softly against my strong ankles, the ribbon snaking up my legs.Oh how I wish to dance again.”
She raised her shakey hands to her mouth and sighed again.
We knew that maw-maw had taken a turn for the worse.
She knew it too, so she talked to us everyday about her passion and she allways ended with Oh how I wish to dance again.
They were her final words.
At the funeral I noticed that something was missing, her shoes were the wrong ones.Before they close the casket I shot up the aisle, black silk point slippers in hand.
“Wait!!!”I called.
I switched her shoes and then they closed the casket.
Aunt Daner was angry.
“Aunt Daner, I only put them there so that she could dance again.It’s what she wanted.”
She gave a “Hmph” and walked from the grave.
The clouds were outlined in golden light and I though I saw a glimpse of a ballarina gliding through the clouds, wearing black silk point slippers.