That Dance and That Look Of Love

That look you gave me when you did your Samoan dance. That look of pride, that look together with your huge smile was so priceless. That look that could never be forgotten. It was the look I knew I would never get from any other.

The girls that sat there with me that night couldn't believe that you were my mum. A mum who looked so young. A mum who was my friend. A mum who embraced everybody. A mum who lived life and a mum who showed her love for me, no matter who was there.

One of those girls candidly said to me on that treasured night. "Do you realise how blessed you are to have a mum like that? A mum who socialises with you. A mum who laughs with you. A mum who openly sheds a tear with you, and above all a mum who looks at you, like you're the only one here"

I will never forget that look of sheer contentment on my mum's face...for in the midst of my sadness I knew she was not feeling well. As I gazed at her across the dance floor, trying to be brave, holding back the tears. My thoughts of her, "Majestic and Radiant" are still so vivid to me. My mum unaware of my feelings just carried on dancing to the Pacific Island beats. She and I both knew, it was to be the last Samoan Siva (dance) that she would ever do.

That night you danced and that look you gave me, I knew how much you loved me.

Like a Samoan Princess, you possessed inner and outer beauty. You were dignified and courageous. You were all that to the very, very end.

My Darling Mum I will always hold on to That Dance and That Look of Love.