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Post by thefleetsin on Jun 17, 2018 18:55:49 GMT
dad would dance
it never struck me like lightning loves a tree. and he was never one to instruct me, but now i see...
on those starry starry nights so many moons ago. when he stole mom excused themselves for a round of heel and toe.
us kids thought it was just too funny. but he was out there a whirling dervish with his honey.
and as the dance floor cleared, the awestruck stared, the crowd would sway and sing. there was mom and dad spinning, wide-mouth grinning, to the bands open invitation defying gravity’s inclination to keep both feet on the ground.
now my genes move in different circles a bag of bones on two left feet. so i swing and sway in my poets way to the metered rhythms of the street. and recall the chances, dad romancing mom with dances, no two ever moved so sweet.
seems dad danced his way into paradise in the arms of his one true love. the heavens opened right here on earth sent them both sailing above.
i guess he always knew even if i would ignore, how much love there is in leading with your heart open and freewheeling out there on that ballroom floor.
© sjw 5/26/06 inspired at this very moment in time by my dad.
from the 'benevolent series' of poems
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Post by clusium on Jun 17, 2018 23:53:50 GMT
I miss & love my Dad too.
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Post by rachelcarson1953 on Jun 18, 2018 4:57:57 GMT
I love it that you post this on Father's Day; I miss mine so very much.
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Post by clusium on Jun 18, 2018 18:50:17 GMT
I love it that you post this on Father's Day; I miss mine so very much.
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Post by koskiewicz on Jun 19, 2018 19:24:47 GMT
...and "The Dead Can Dance"...
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