Dancing With My Dad

By Rosemarie Ev Shaeffer

Socks glide across the kitchen floor,
Arms spin me around once more.
Best time I ever had,
Was dancing with my Dad.

Family and strangers gather round,
Outdoor music, blaring sound.
Familiar face and I’m so glad,
Once more dancing with my Dad.

Sitting beside him in the bed,
Thinking about the life he led.
Wishing he could rise; I’m mad,
Not to be dancing with my Dad.

Memories glide like a soft caress,
Dark haired little girl in a fancy dress.
Close my eyes, chase away the sad,
Remember dancing with my Dad.

Red cardinal, so bright to see,
On the fence, reminder to me,
The best time I ever had,
Was dancing with my Dad.

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