Dancing

Edmond,

Thank you for joining me in my dance class. The mirrors caught your grace perfectly. I noticed you never touch the dance floor. I think the lightness of your heart lifts you, not so much that you float away. A balance between sinking into the earth and soaring beyond it, like a bird, wings stretched, effortlessly suspended between layers. An angel belonging to heaven, yet choosing to stay, so we can be held in your beauty.

Mom