True Love

/ Ken Gierke / rivrvlogr

True Love

True LoveTwo left feet that can’t dance
know their task is at hand.
You take mine as the band
plays our song. All is grand.

Little girl now all grown,
there’s a truth that’s well known.
I would dance all the night
just to be in your light.

But this dance that we share
on this night leads to where
your full heart must now go,
to the heart of your beau.

Look now deep in my eyes
and I know you’ll surmise
that this old father’s love
welcomes your own truelove.

Meter is not my forte, as I feel I tend to force it, but this is my response (anapestic tetrameter?) to Meet the bar waltzing from Björn at dVerse ~ Poets Pub. We’re asked to “let the dance be your poem.”

Yes, I have two left feet. Two months before my daughter’s wedding, I spent a week in Buffalo so we could take a couple of dance classes together. I then drove back home and practiced the waltz every night with my wife so I could give my daughter her father-daughter dance. It went off without a hitch. (Except, of course, for the ceremony earlier in the day!) The picture above is from that moment.

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      • Slow dancing is all I ever engaged … with advantage of letting partner lead. Then came a long spell of no partner when I slow-danced solo in my home. Then came my wonderful husband who is NO-dance (emphatically!) My feet still shuffle to music but I’m content to do so seated next to Mr. NO-dance. 😌

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