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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
        world spinning fast, it is
            and Dad awaits hereafter, now
    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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