Do Ya Wanna Dance?

Do Ya Wanna Dance

         The last of the guests had left and Claudia’s children were busy cleaning up and putting away the left over food. This had definitely been the hardest and longest day in her life. Claudia had never felt so lonely. She picked up a picture album and turned to her favorite picture. It was from their wedding reception, their first dance together as man and wife.

         Judy, her daughter, sat down beside her and looked at the picture. “Daddy sure did love to dance,” she said.

         Claudia nodded. “Yes, he used to say that life is just one long dance. To be happy you only need to listen to the music around you and move with it. We met at a party. He was so shy. He stared down at his shoes and stammered, “Do ya wanna dance?”

         Claudia smiled and hugged her daughter. “The day we learned I was pregnant with you, we went out dancing to celebrate. When you and your brothers were asleep at night, your father would hum our favorite song and we would dance in the living room.”

         Judy said, “I’ll never forget the fiftieth anniversary party we threw for you. Even though he was recovering from a stroke and needed a cane, he still danced the anniversary waltz with you."

         Neither of the women noticed the three boys standing by the doorway, listening.

         “Mom, now that dad’s gone are you going to be all right?” asked her youngest, Robert.

         “I’ll be fine. Your father is in heaven now; just imagine the music he’s hearing. Some day I’ll join him there and when I do, I know the the first thing he’ll say will be. “Do ya wanna dance?”

Based on the poem

ID: 1051706   (Rated: E) Do You Wanna Dance?  Lovers dance through life by dmack