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Here's a poem I wrote for my father. I shared it in April 2005 at the Tucson Area Reading Council's Blooming Poets Celebration. A graceful and willing father and daughter team danced while I recited the poem.

Dancing on Daddy's Big Feet

The music is soft,
And the music is sweet -
twirling and dancing
on Daddy's big feet.

I slip off my shoes
and step up onto his.
When his feet turn us around,
nothing's better than this.

My arm stretches up
high as can be
To reach for his shoulder -
his arm reaches 'round me.

And the music is soft,
the music is sweet -
twirling and dancing
on Daddy's big feet.

His slippery black shoes
shined by my stocking feet
glide us 'cross the room
on the music's safe beat.

He tells me someday
another boy will come
to hold me this way
then his job will be done.

But life is never as secure
and the music as sweet -
waltzin' 'cross the room
on Daddy's big feet.

©2005 Judi Moreillon

Updated: 23 May 2007


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