To Mother

If I could see you
Just one more time,
I would hand you a red flower.
You would tuck it behind your ear,

And you would dance.

You would lift your arms
Above your head,
And shining face raised toward the sky,
You would smile,

And I would watch you twirl.


Excerpt from Son of My Soul - The Adoption of Christopher
Copyright 2007 Saga Books
Library of Congress Copyright Debra Shiveley Welch 2010 

The Jingle Dancer

The jingle dancer begins.

Poised, like a ballerina,

She stands upon her toes.

Shining metal cones tinkle as she moves.

Gracefully, she glides upon

The arena's grassy surface,

Pivoting, swaying,

Her body as supple as a new born branch.

She is the heartbeat of her tribe:

Beautiful, ethereal.

Her neck, a tender reed, curves,

As she bows her head in humility.

© 2009 Debra Shiveley Welch

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