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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When I was just a wee one my mom taught me to dance to start, I balanced on her toes but then steps more advanced She showed me how to Fox Trot (I could cut a decent rug) also, waltzing and the Samba but we'd mostly ... jitterbug Oh, that was my mom's favorite that she always danced with Dad I'd seen them do it here-or-there (to perfection, I might add) They had some mesmerizing moves and a chemistry quite rare a flow and rhythm, wondrous - like they truly danced on air! My dad worked many hours then so to catch them was a treat swinging tight to big band Jazz with their twirling arms and feet To watch them, smooth as butter made my efforts seem quite weak so when I could, I'd bother mom for some shine to my technique I wasn't half as good as Dad still, 'twas special for us both so every chance, we'd jitterbug throughout my years of growth When on my own, I'd often go and stay with them a while making time to dance with Mom cuz it always made her smile Oh, some might find it trivial but it bloomed in her with joy as it danced us back to mem'ries when she'd taught me as a boy When MY wee ones came along I taught THEM how to dance so they can jitterbug now, too and shake and twirl and prance! Well, Mom's now in her nineties and her bones aren't very strong but the other night we danced again (tho' she didn't last for long) We gently placed the self-same steps even turned a couple spins but it wasn't long before we quit for the strength had left her limbs Some teary sparkles lit her eyes and a smile adorned her face for tho' a bounce had left her step she'd danced her best with grace We mightn't get the chance again this world made the way it is and Dad awaits hereafter, now for that last sweet dance is his But someday when I'm slowing and my seas of life grow calm I'll look ahead with joy, once more ... for the chance ... to dance ... With Mom. ~ 1st Place ~ in the "Mother" Poetry Contest, Constance La France, Judge & Sponsor.
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