Old and frail

Silvery spools of hair

Draping across the chair

 

Across the way

Sat pictures of May,

And her husband on display.

 

Young as when they first met

When their whole lives had been set.

Not something she could ever forget.

 

The frame began to glow

Oddly at first and mighty slow,

Then like a river it began to flow.

 

The lights became dim,

And everything became grimm,

And then she saw him.

 

He reached out his hand

And helped her to stand

She came to understand.

 

He took her in his arms

And laid on her one of his old charms.

He spun her around but this was only one part.

 

She moved so free unlike before.

She danced across the floor.

It was felt deep in her core.

 

The music died down

And he began to frown.

He spun her once more around.

 

He sat her back

She asked “what is the matter Jack.”

He looked back up at her and gave her a smack.

 

A sigh and a leap to his feet

Brought to her attention

something he needed to complete.

 

She smiled and agreed

She only asked him to take lead.

He looked her in the eyes and that he guaranteed.