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* For Mom - more precious than winds or words could e'er carry. *

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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 ...
     Steps for waltzing and the Samba, but we'd mostly ... jitterbug.

That was my mom's favorite, that she always danced with Dad ...
          I'd seen them do it once-or-twice, (to perfection, I might add).
               They had some fast, amazing moves and a chemistry quite rare,
     A bounce and rhythm filled with joy, 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 observe them in their element was rare, and struck a chord,
     So I'd ask my mom to show me, if I thought she might be bored.

No way did I dance good as Dad, still 'twas special for us both,
          So here-and-there we'd jitterbug, through all my years of growth.
               Later times, when I had moved away, and I'd call on them a while,
     I'd find a chance to dance with Mom, cuz it brought her face a smile.

It was just one little thing, you see, but it bloomed in her as joy,
          And it danced us back to memories when she'd taught me as a boy.
               So when MY wee ones came along, I taught THEM how to dance,
     And 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 until we quit, cuz the strength had left her limbs.

Still, some teary sparkles lit her eyes and a smile adorned her face,
          For while the bounce had left her step, she'd done it all with grace.
               Now, someday when I'm slowing, and those seas of life grow calm,
     I will look ahead with joy, once more, for the chance ... to dance ...

With Mom.   <3





(This was written for a contest, but as per my usual, I didn't see until after writing it that it had to be limited to 24 lines, and I just could NOT cut a verse. Oh, well ... live and MAYBE learn, lol. It is the reworking of an old, much shorter piece, for my dearest person).

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Date: 7/5/2019 1:55:00 AM
My mom taught me to dance too, only the waltz, I couldn't learn anything more than that without practicing for hours, and hours, she didn't have. But this is sure a sweet remembrance. Glad you have her!
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Gregory R Barden
Date: 7/5/2019 2:56:00 AM
Thank you for the kind comments, Andrew, it's so nice to hear your story of you and your mom and similar experience. Those are the true treasured things in life - those moments and memories ... we are blessed, my friend! :-)
Date: 7/4/2019 12:59:00 AM
What a lovely sentiment so beautifully written. I enjoyed this and many other of your poems, Gregory!
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Gregory R Barden
Date: 7/4/2019 9:22:00 AM
Thank you so very much, Mike, that's such a nice comment! Blessings to you, my friend! :o)
Date: 6/28/2019 3:00:00 PM
Truly love this gem. I too have several times written poems too long for contests and each time I too refused to cut a verse or even a single word. A poet's integrity, honor and dedication to purity in his/her work is an important part of honoring the Art we practice my great friend. A fav,, a gem too..
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Gregory R Barden
Date: 7/2/2019 8:45:00 PM
(2) ... and especially when it's about such a special subject. Many thanks to you, Robert - you were one of the first here to acknowledge me, and will always be a special friend. Blessings! :o)
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Gregory R Barden
Date: 7/2/2019 8:41:00 PM
Oh, Robert, My Good Friend, this comment means a lot to me, that someone else feels the same about such things ... contests are fun and I have learned SO much by pushing myself to enter them and attempt those new forms, but cutting or compromising a piece for the sake of it just seems wrong to me ...
Date: 6/27/2019 10:41:00 PM
Beautiful poem. It was a pleasure to read. Ann
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Gregory R Barden
Date: 6/27/2019 11:03:00 PM
Thank you very much, Ann, that's very kind ... blessings, my friend! :o) <3
Date: 6/12/2019 4:44:00 PM
So precious are your words on your Mum! So dear and sweet are the souvenirs! So touching are the flowing sentiments.. Very true, no words can meet the Beauty of a Mum.. Thank you so much, Gregory, for sharing a part of a tremendous Love.. sweet memories.. May God bless and protect your precious Mum.. I tremendously enjoyed the read. In my heart and fave list.. my deepest regards and blessings.
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Gregory R Barden
Date: 6/13/2019 1:35:00 AM
This is such a sweet and heartfelt comment, Besma, and I thank you so, so much for taking the time to read my poem and leave such kind words - it is a poem in itself, and so very lovely! Many thanks to you, my friend, and sincere blessings to you and yours! :-) <3
Date: 6/12/2019 1:52:00 AM
This poem is such a beautiful Mother's a Day gift Greg. It really moved me as I am sure it did her. It is one of your most endearing and best! This is going into my Faves! Your mother is lovely, if the photo is of you and she? I am glad you kept this poem as is! : ) xxoo
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Gregory R Barden
Date: 6/13/2019 1:33:00 AM
Thank you so very much, Connie, I'm very pleased that you liked this one. I have not shown her yet as I want to have it framed and done in calligraphy, but I hope to soon. Yes, that is her and me in 1961 on Sebago Lake. I spent my first six years there as we lived on the lake year-round until I started school, then moved to the town my Dad's drug store was in about 45 minutes away ...
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Gregory R Barden
Date: 6/13/2019 1:33:00 AM
(2) I so loved life on the lake, and I still miss it very much. That house is now owned by Boston Celtic's great Dave Cowens. My mom and I have always been close, and are best friends to this day. :-) <3
Date: 6/11/2019 3:59:00 AM
Forget the contest, Greg! This beautiful poem is of much more value than virtual trophies. I hope you have shared at least some of the verses with your Mum ( I understand that the last two might be too emotional). These are such precious memories which I'm so glad you have shared with us. Best wishes Wendy
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Gregory R Barden
Date: 6/12/2019 10:08:00 PM
This is very sweet, Wendy, and I thank you heartily for taking the time to read and comment! I am certainly going to share this with Mom soon, and hope to get it done in calligraphy so I can put it in a frame and present it to her. Blessings, Dear Poet! :-) <3
Date: 6/11/2019 3:07:00 AM
Gregory! I find this utterly touching and so lovely. A FAV. This should be a POTD without question. One of the best I have ever read at the Soup..EVER! You are an inspiration for me. Panagiota Romios
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Gregory R Barden
Date: 6/12/2019 10:05:00 PM
Oh, what a marvelous comment, with such heartfelt and sweet sentiment ... this means a lot to me, Panagiota, and I thank you most dearly, my friend - blessings to you and yours! :-) <3