She Dances

She dances almost constantly now, to any song that she hears. Sometimes, when there is no music she will sing and dance to herself. Sometimes she will dance to the silence.

She dances almost constantly now using her head, her arms, her hips and her legs like they each have a story to tell. She doesn't need to understand the words to the song in order to know how she'd like to dance to it - what she'd like for it to say.

She dances almost constantly now, diligently, with a determined look on her brow. And it sounds silly for me to say but there is passion in her sway that I didn't think she was old enough to know.

She hasn't learned to eat with her own fingers. She can't say words or understand our intents. She can't even walk or stand without help. But she dances almost constantly now. And the look on her face when she dances is how I want to feel about life. She may not know anything else but she knows she must dance with or without music. So she dances.

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