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Save The Last Dance For Me
April 18. 2012
My husband Hersh, contacted Polio at nine months of age
and the disease has left its mark.
He has never let anything hold him back in all of the years
we have been married, but to try to dance and take the chance
of falling in public he would only say to me . . .
''If I had the nerve, and two good legs,
what a pair on a dance floor we would be!''
Sometimes, it only takes the love of family to make a heart
realize, that held up in love, there is not a way to fall.
I share with you this piece of my heart,
and a memory that will forever be cherished.
Save The Last Dance For Me
''If I only had two good legs
the dance floor would see much of you and me.
Blonde and brunette, we are called, night and day,
Oh what a pair we'd be, to be seen''
These word came from the one I loved
for oh so many years.
I would not let him see that in my heart
I had wished for that dance for years.
On our Son's wedding night
as the reception's ending was drawing near
Our son took up the microphone ...
Can I have your attention here?
Mom and Dad, I have one final wish,
to complete this magic day.
Dad, please take my Mother in your arms,
and join Amber and I center stage.
Come on now Dad, you always told me
there is nothing you can't do.
So can't, can't be your reason!
Mom, are you going to let him
get by with this, with you?
It took a little persuading.
In fact, our daughter
literally pulled dining chair
and Dad to dancing floor.
Blushing and a lot embarrassed ...
''Dance with your Mom?
Well Son, why sure!''
With his arm around our Son's shoulder
and his other around me,
''Honey I told you with two good legs
what a pair we'd be, you and me!
After twenty years of wishing
that this dance would somehow be
it has taken the strength of our son to find my legs
and brings his Mother's heart here to me.''
Our daughter came then to join us.
The bride, well, she stood aside and cried.
A loving family stood in pride.
and held to each other tight.
I, in grown of pale soft green.
He, in tuxedo of black and white.
With our two children being their Daddy's legs
We had our dance that night.
Oh what a dance it was!
None like it will ever again be felt by me.
Our son's steadfast arm became his Dad's pillar
and our daughters happy tears handed him the key.
Slowly we left the circle of their arms.
There we were just he and me.
He put his arms around my neck
to the cheers of friends and family.
As we just stood in each other's arms
and swayed to the music ever so slightly
he whisperd softly in my ear. . .
''Please darlin, save the last dance for me''
To my Hersh
August 16, 2017
Darlin, you are my hero.
You are our children's hero.
I know of no other that is more
loved and respected, even today
than yourself, by everyone, who has ever had the
privilege of knowing you even briefly.
This was first written nearly thirty years ago.
It breaks my heart to see what the years have brought us.
One month from today you will face yet another surgery.
One that has been held over our heads for many months now.
I am fearful of the surgery, but more so, of what we could face
when you come home. Almost five years of serious illness
has taken a toll on us both.
I ask for prayers from
my friends and readers here.
There will never be another dance as wonderful as our first,
and there will never be another heart I will cherish
more than your own.
Hersh, I loved you those many years ago
and I continue always to love you
for all our today's.
Lesa
August 16, 2012
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Save The Last Dance For Me
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