Two girls awaiting at a school dance
and sorry I could only choose one,
being one romancer, strong my glance
and studied one to assess my chance
for a dance and an evening of fun;
then chose the other, as just as fair,
and having there in her eye a smile,
and just a glint of light in her hair;
though as for my description there
had seen them really the same style,
and both waiting equally that night
pretty and willing to dance with me.
I smiled at both lest my choice wasn’t right!
Yet knowing how sight leads on to light,
when we touched it was more than maybe.
I’ll tell my grandchildren with a sigh,
as their grandma listens with patience:
two girls were at a dance, and I –
I chose the one with the smile in her eye
and that brought forth all their presence.
Note: inspired by Robert Frost