Step In the Past
I sat in the kitchen, Mum stood at the sink,
the radio nattered away,
when all of a sudden she stopped washing the pots,
a Fleetwood Mac song started to play.
It was 'Albatross', “ We used to both dance to this,
a Slow Foxtrot, your Dad and me,
come on, grab my hand, have a go, learn the steps
it is easy to do, as you'll see ”.
We stood face to face, hand in hand and began,
as she walked through the steps like a pro,
I tried to pick up both the rhythm and steps
without crushing all of her toes.
We moved round the floor in a figure of eight,
by the end of the song not too bad,
and with a smile on her face, both eyes closed,
for a second,
she danced Slow Foxtrot with my late Dad.
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