Henry Dancing

Dancing with abandon Is what children tend to do. They bust their moves with untamed joy, Their pride just beaming through. Yet when self-consciousness begins, They hold their true selves back And spontaneity may never Clamber back on track. I love when Henry dances, (He insists I join right in) For no one watching can control An ear to earlobe grin. I dread the day embarrassment Will rein in his delight, ‘Cause Henry’s dancing makes me feel Like everything’s all right.