Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

c. Leonard Cohen

She was a dancer in her youth. She waves her hands above her head to prove it. For a moment she is a young women again. In the dance hall, the big band play and couples move aside as they take to the floor, sure footed, rhythmic, bodies pressed against each other, in love, oblivious.

Time passes.

Where is he? It distresses her  to remember – she can’t remember. She is sure she loves him, she is sure he isn’t coming home. She longs for him, his love and his comfort. Putting a hand to her cheek she sways, feeling his touch, once more cheek-to-cheek, dancing to the end of love.

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The weeks go by, and the laughs are replaced by silence. She sits wordless, longing for a husband she can’t remember.

Where is comfort when her dancing partner is far away.

Dancing shoes that once skipped in perfect formation, are replaced with slippers. As she slips away, her dancing steps become louder.

The seat is empty now, but the impression remains.

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Dancing to the end of love.

 

2 thoughts on “Dance me to the end of love

  1. Your description of your wonderful Mum, her love for her nine children, her strength, her humour and her determination to keep her family together, so tenderly written, so moving and I imagine you and your siblings carry all of your Mum’s qualities with you

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