She caught my eye as I was walking past,
But I never saw her face.
Her dancer's costume was green and lush,
Her body even more so.
For above her undulating hips
Swelled the makings of a child.
Lovingly draped with a fine green veil,
Cradling the babe within.
Her careful covering spoke not of shame,
Swaddled as tenderly as a newborn,
Protected, yet proudly displayed.
As the baby-to-be swayed in silken hammock,
It's little bed, a story of love so dear.
I was mesmerized by a sight so strange and beautiful.
This I saw in a moment's passing,
This I will remember the rest of my life.
The story of her silken scarf,
Her Dance of Love.
-Kristie McGurke 5/20/99