She weaved through life,
Danced
Like every breath she took,
Was another step in her carefully crafted routine
A smile broke on her face every once in a while,
As her eyes twinkled with excitement...

It was almost time for the finale,
And as she landed the final step
Of her intricate dance with a bow,
The chorus of claps that erupted
was replaced
With screams and cries.

Her twinkling eyes had glazed over
But her smile was still intact.

~ZA