“Mama Mia” blared aloud
As we jigged and jagged about
Sweeping arms and bobbing heads
Moved in rhythm as were led
Laughing right out loud
The child in me was joy in full
Playful happy freely still
Though my aging body looked
Truly weird when I took
A peek at me later dancing on
The mirror on the wall indeed
Was not kind at all to me
Is this what my darlings see
When we’re dancing gleefully?
The picture’s not so pretty
Who cares? It’s fun! I’m dancing still
Who I am inside this body will
Never be an aged thing
But me who’s dancing as with wings
Dancing on and on
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Dew Upon The Arbor 
One of the best ever..I really enjoyed this’ one..read it to Pam..she loved it?
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Thank you, Rick and Pam! I can see you dancing with your darlings, too! 💞
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Thanks for the great reminder. I could visualize your dancing. Let’s all try to forget the mirror as we age and be grateful for the body we do have. (That response is for ME also.)
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Absolutely! I’m so thankful I can
even move and enjoy these happy memories! I have not looked at my dancing in the mirror since! Once was enough! 🙂
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Loved this Sherry.
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Thanks, Donna. We dance often. 💞
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Pure joy!
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Thank you, Steff! 💞
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