This Years Father/Daughter Dance …
This Years Father/Daughter Dance (2019)
This year you were playful like Unicorn
as I was picking out your color rose
you frolicked from your head down to your toes
and led the way to dance with your white horn.
This year though I dressed in a fancy suit
you wanted to wear a t-shirt and jeans
this day is yours not expression of means
a day of hugs along with shiny boots.
You stay with Mom the night before the dance
so I may pick you up within morning
the songs of birds and sunlight in your hair.
My daughter how I love it when you prance
your smiles uplift me without a warning
this dancing brings to light your gentle care.
These pictures move throughout my mind today
when preparing for life, whatever works,
to ponder dancing while my coffee percs.
A day of celebration and of play
of smiles as we will try to leave our prints
upon this western antique theater floor.
You laugh and order me to twirl you more.
To pilfer off the table for free mints.
I hope these moments are enough to show
my appreciation for you my dear,
the light, the love you bring into our lives.
I hope your excitement for dance will grow
as you mature into adult career
these dances sitting with your other loves.
To remember the glimmer of your eyes
a reflection from your glitter makeup,
to remain eight years old, never grow up,
these playful times will always bring me sighs.
To sit and eat a double ice cream cone.
You smile at me and share a funny joke
to lead me forward calling me slow poke.
A day to sit upon our lives, a tone.
My daughter how I love to see you dance
upon this life as if it is a waltz
with grace you lead me out onto the floor.
With life there may not be a second chance
to show my love through all my many faults
so dance until your laughter calls for more.