Angel from God

I was on my mother’s lap at the age of three when I saw a studio full of pre-adolescent dance students all under the influence of a short and sassy red-headed woman.  She had a nineteen year-old’s body but in actuality, Florence Coleman was in her late seventies.  Today was visitor’s day at my sister’s dance school in the Southeast Texas town of Port Arthur, and each student invited two family member to sit and observe.  I was mesmerized by the way Ms. Coleman confidently moved about in front of the class with the grace of a great ballerina and a personality that captivated the attention of everyone in the room.  I could not take my eyes off of this young-old woman with a svelte body. She had me in a spell, clad in leotard and tights and sporting a perfect hairdo that did not move when she did.  I loved her!  She was an angel from God.