She led
We followed
Matching step to step, beat to beat
Two to the right, two to the left
Two forward, two backwards
Hands in the air, hands on the sides
A few we missed, those in between
While we groaned in pain
Gyrating our girth, shimmying our torso
We did what she did
Her hip fluid
Her feet sliding
Tapping
She lunged
She clapped
she squatted
Making waves in the air, she stretched
While we tried hard to keep pace
And then she turned and I saw her face
Gone was the timid girl I had known
In her place stood a woman
Irrepressible
Indefatigable
A light in her black eyes, a spark
Her smile electric, the torque
Defiant
Exultant
Self-possessed
She swayed
The world her stage
She held the reins, a steady hand
Zumba, Cambia, Samba, Salsa, we didn’t need a band
Instructing, cheering, prodding
She got us, grooving
Gone was the girl I thought I knew
In her place was a woman who ruled by cue
She led
We followed
This poem is dedicated to a friend – the quietest, the sweetest, the most unassuming among my group of friends. So we thought…until she did what she did best, and I saw her – Transformed
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Great One !!!!
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Love the graphic description. 🙂
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Thank you so much for writing back😊. Glad you enjoyed reading it.
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I think your friend would be proud to have this tribute to her passion and her strength.
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I sent it to her…she loved it. She felt it was so her but had to be told that it was her. She is really the most unassuming. I am sure she must have been happy, probably shed tears too 🙂 but will have to see her face to face to know. It was magical seeing her become this whole new person when she danced.
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This is a gorgeous poem, Smitha. It has a real sense of freedom and triumph.
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So happy to read your comment on the poem. Your description was exactly what I hoped to bring out through my writing because that’s exactly what I saw when she danced. So your words feel so good. Thank you so much Robbie.
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Simply outstanding poem, Smitha. Loved the way u portrayed her dancing. Too good
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Thank you so much Kamal. Saw her dancing and just had to write. She read it and said, ‘it’s so me.’ Had to tell her, ‘it’s you’ 😊
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Great and such a beautiful poem, Smitha. Welcome 😊😊 😊 drar
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Sorry dear
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It’s fine…typo error…totally understandable:)
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😊😊😊😊😊😊
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