On St. Patrick’s Day we went to the Legion for some Irish Stew and there was live music. Now I am tone deaf but my mother seamed to pass on the dancing gene. You see she was a fantastic dancer. She glided across the floor like an angel. So when the music started my hubby knew he wasn't getting out of there without a waltz (It is the only dance I can do without anyone actually noticing how bad my body responds to music).
But something happened. As we danced I realized I was dancing on the same floor my mother danced on so many times in the past. This is how my mind responded to that sensation.


Dancing at the Legion

The band played
He took my hand
Led me to the dance floor
We moved to the music

Old Flags
Banners long faded
Black and White photos
Swirled by

My parents long dead
Danced on this floor
Laughing and swaying
Swirling in time

Caught in the moment
Time stood still
Generations of family
Came together

As we are now
They once were
As we are now
Our children will be

Dancing in this hall
One feels
A Legion of souls
Swirling with you

JSA