Morning light falls through the curtains, Soft as a whispered prayer. She moves quietly through the doorway, Tending to me. With a smile she smooths the blankets, Hums a line from some old tune— And in that still and tender moment, The whole room starts to bloom. She dances to jazzy tunes, Just a sway of her shoulders, a spark in her step. In the hush of a patient room, She dances to jazzy tunes. There are stories in her laughter, shining through the years. She remembers summer sidewalks, Spinning carefree without fear. now she lifts a teacup, Helps a fading hand to drink— A gentle grace in every gesture, More tender than she’d think. She dances to jazzy tunes, Just a sway of her shoulders, a spark in her step. In the hush of a patient room, She dances to jazzy tunes. She dances to jazzy tunes, Just a sway of her shoulders, a spark in her step. In the hush of a patient room, She dances to jazzy tunes.
