The Dance
Humming the song
a memory glides
Back to the moment
and a magical ride
A toddling child
I'm taking delight
He is holding my hands
I am hanging on tight
I'm standing on Daddy's
leather brown shoes
While sweeping the floor
together we move
The tenderness brings
a moment sublime
My memory still sings
as the rhythm keeps time
His favorite song, blue
will treasure that day
Enchantment we knew...
as the radio played
...................
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