Papa’s First Dance

07 Jan

It was never hard to find the lines

To greet you or your brothers. And, put them into a melody

For a song that sings in harmony

With love— for you.

Yes, you all have grown, still magically dancing,

Sliding off the top of my shoes—

Kissing my cheek without having to explain





Posted by on January 7, 2017 in Children, Existential, Father, Getting Old, Love, Poetry, Spiritual, Zen


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14 responses to “Papa’s First Dance

  1. Julian

    January 9, 2017 at 4:05 pm

    How this brings back wonderful emotions, so I thankyou for that. Well done.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. magicalmysticalteacher

    January 9, 2017 at 12:03 pm

    Pleasant memories, Grandpa!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Kerry O'Connor

    January 9, 2017 at 8:51 am

    You capture a very special moment, makes me think fondly of my own father.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. sanaarizvi

    January 9, 2017 at 8:46 am

    Wonderfully tender and sweet write 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Jae Rose

    January 9, 2017 at 6:46 am

    Long may you dance – magically and beautifully 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    January 9, 2017 at 6:16 am

    Wonderfully sweet…:-)

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Hank Pelaez (@kaykuala)

    January 9, 2017 at 1:47 am

    Yes, you all have grown, still magically dancing,
    Sliding off the top of my shoes—

    Despite having outgrown their childhood they are still babies in the eyes of their parents. Very naturally true ZQ!


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  8. Rall

    January 9, 2017 at 12:05 am

    Oh this is so lovely. .. a beautiful poem expressing the love for your children.What a splendid pic of you and your little daughter. I don’t know why…but this makes me feel a bit teary!

    Liked by 1 person

  9. thotpurge

    January 8, 2017 at 7:24 pm

    What a sweet memory…the dancing on shoes…

    Liked by 1 person

  10. 1sojournal

    January 8, 2017 at 6:44 pm

    What a wonderful memory you have danced for all of us,


    Liked by 1 person

  11. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

    January 8, 2017 at 4:17 pm

    How well I recall dancing by standing on my father’s shoes as he did. How lovely to be reminded!

    Liked by 1 person

  12. gillena

    January 8, 2017 at 2:23 pm

    This is indeed a sweet little write

    Happy Sunday

    Much love…

    Liked by 1 person

  13. Audrey Howitt

    January 8, 2017 at 1:46 pm

    Loved this! I carry this memory of my father a well!

    Liked by 1 person

  14. Sherry Marr

    January 8, 2017 at 10:52 am

    This is so incredibly sweet. I adore it.

    Liked by 1 person


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