My mother and father stood embraced,
her in her racecar slippers,
him with the weight of the moment
wrapped about his arms,
and they stood and they danced –
my mother and my father –
they left the hospital room around them,
the eyes of their family that had gathered,
they disconnected the monitors
and the morphine and pushed
the prodding needles away into the ethereal distance,
they danced to a song only they could hear,
with a rhythm all their own,
and together they stole breath
back from the world
one last time.
Andrew Venegas
San Jose
SJSU
poetry
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