Dance, Papa, Dance

"Dreamless, but still dreaming."

When the weather is cool and the sun is low in the sky,
I often times think of you.
and how you could dance to anything.

I remember how you danced
to the shaka-shake, bee-bop tunes on records
we never knew the names of.

Snapping your fingers and swinging your hips
like life will never end.

I used to laugh at your funky moves
and boom-sha-bang preformances
and how you sung to the world
with the fireflies as your back up dancers.

In the odd hours of night,
I lie awake in bed listening for the tunes
for the sweet shebang of melodies-
and the music in my heart.

I will be your dancing partner, padre.
I will never let you dance alone.

 

Reviews

[Azalee Schmetterling]

Very nicely done, and the subject so sentimental. Great use of the musicality to help with the flow and the theme of the poem. Like all good works though it could use a little tightening up just a couple places where the rhythm gets thrown off. One suggestion for that would be to play around with the line breaks and see if you can't get something that's more paralell to the types of music discussed. Great work!