Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Moment I Want to Capture in a Bottle, by Jillian Law

My parents dancing.
Swaying together to a Motown song, the dance floor full.
A moment where they like each other again,
A moment where they have fun together.
I can see it here, the people they were once
Before me, before the recession, before the hospitals
Before years and mental illness and bitterness set in
I join them occasionally, but I just like to watch.
They laugh together, his hand on her waist.
I can see them younger, dancing together at a bar
My dad knows all the words, sings softly
My mom wears red lipstick, lights up the room
Now they’re older, more worn
But still dancing, still together
Still here.

1 comment:

  1. What a fine tribute to your parents, Jillian. It sounds as though the spark is still there. Some sparks never die out.


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