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.
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