Sitting by the bedside...
Watching her chest
Rise and fall
With unsteady breaths...
Her feet move
Every now and again...
Dreaming
As she approaches
Her last breath...
I think she's
Dreaming of dancing...
Spinning like a millstone...
An octogenarian Texas girl,
A native Austinite,
A firecracker who lived
An amazing life...
Who always loved to dance...
Now
She loves to watch others dance...
As she dances in her mind...
Still loves George Jones
After all these years...
Country to the core...
Keeping Austin weird...
Preaching the importance
Of love...
Of family...
And of friends,
Old and new...
Love is the answer...
Love
Is the fulfillment
Of the law...
We will meet again
Someday
In the vast hereafter...
I've gathered another angel
To watch over me...
May your journey be smooth...
May you meet your sailor
In fresh starched jeans
Beyond those pearly gates,
And dance from here
To forever...
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