See him dancing there A modern one among the unseen ancients She is there, nearly forgotten But not on the sidelines For she is above Watching Like all good mothers Merely waiting for the day of recognition When her children return to her Tears in their eyes Remorse in their hearts for all the hurtful things said And done in ignorance She watches him dance With a smile And a hint of something else behind her eye But she will never forsake her child No matter how far astray he wonders TWGrimsley 2010