Graceful fingers slightly curveArms above, herHead tilts back, neck elongatesBody snaps,And twirls, then twirls againLeg goes up, extends, aroundThen downTo touch the ground.She moves like notes on melodiesEntwined, emotive symphoniesDivineHer heartbeat fills the roomBa-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom,Gliding,Smooth.It touches everyone,A flowFrom head to toe.We feel it.
Then, she smiles,And we know.We know her passion toAwaken dreams Thought dead in those Who’d acceptedDefeat instead.“Rise up!Get moving!You’ve got this!You can do it!”That is what she said.And they roseMovedDreamedAchievedBelievedBecauseShe knew it.
Soft armsFiercely embrace,A sweet smileEmanating grace,BeautySpontaneously unfoldsAnd wraps a multitudeBrings them together,One.Laughing,DancingLovingBeing,One.
Childish gigglesEcho as theyRun amongThose gone before.They gaze in aweIn rooms whereHistory’s laid out,
At things once old,Now new to them.Rotary phone?A typewriter, andFeathered hats?Flapper dress andPolished Mary JanesCrossing lanes -To meet?“Yes,” she said,
"Yes."“Don’t youforget -To remember.”
She kneelsat the endof the number.Arms outstretched,Head liftedSmile radiantEyes closed.It was her final poseThe last dance we would seeNow every move
 is Heavenly.She’s twirling with the angels.


In Memory of  Brenda Cooper