DANCING ON THE SHOES
OF MY DAD
HE WAS MY FIRST LOVE
HE WAS MY CONSTANT
LOVE
IN ALL OF LIFE’S
VAGARIES
HE WAS MY DAD
I MISS HIM
WHEN THE MOOD HIT HIM
HE’D PLAY A RECORD
THEN WITH AN ELEGANT
BOW
HE’D ASK ME FOR A
DANCE
I’D CLIMB HIS SHOES
AWAY WE’D WHIRL
SAFE AND SECURE IN MY
FATHER’S ARMS
THE MEMORY OF THOSE
DANCES
SUSTAINED ME
WHEN THE WORLD WAS
COLD
AND UNINVITING
I TREASURED THEM
SO MUCH SO THAT I
FANTASIZE
THAT IN HEAVEN
ANGELS ARE LINED UP
TO DANCE WITH MY DAD
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