A poem by Sally Mavor, Coimbra Hospital, 2001
- when the cancer got to your medula and you lost so much of your body, but none of your mind.
Dancing with Sally
Oh, my dear friends!
When you stride in the hills
Looking high over lake and forest
When you clamber down narrow paths
to reach that hidden beach
When you step out on the floor
with wild rhythm in your feet
When you stroll in shaded paths
with your arm around your loved one
When you dive in clear water
and kick the spray behind you
Then, dear friends,
Skip and jump
Wriggle your toes in the sand
Pirouette and leap
Trot or beat out a warpath
Kneel and roll in the grass.
Splash a glorious fountain
Glorying in all
the myriads of dance
Do it for Joy!
Do it for yourselves
And, yes, please do it for me,
so that I can dance through all your feet
sharing and laughing with dancing friends
apesar de ter isto de outro local... aproveito para deixar o link do blog de onde retirei este poema... porque é quase uma homenagem... procurem 2005...
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