Survival Dance
by MartyJo Hagen
She came to us to fulfill a Mutual need to learn trust. It seemed as if they both came to us With the same arrival times And different needs. Every day He came… Metallic teal back feathers Carefully choosing, no, dancing to decide Which blossom from which To collect His nectar. “Look Mama. Looook MaaaMaaaah!” There He was. Determined to share all her mealtimes. Such joy He brought her. Although I think it was He who found joy In His fascinations of this small girl. Time came when the cold rains Of Western Oregon welcome the Winter to stay for a while. The hummingbird left to places the flowers Dance year around. We—the girl and I, danced away… Attempting to bring Him Back with the Spring. Time came and left… And with it, the little girl… Continuing on her own journey Toward paths unknown… I knew when the hummingbird Failed to return, that neither would she. Slowly, I am healing from these painful separations By remembering His dance… Forward, backward, to the side… Let it go…let it go…. I find peace in knowing that, Though He didn’t return here, He is with the small girl to teach her The dance of survival… Forward, backward, to the side… Patience, patience…Now, forward…. Let it go…..
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