Monday, December 18, 2017

a dance

The first special dance
On her wedding day
With her new husband
In his arms she’d stay
The second was with
Her father no longer
Daddy’s little girl
Atop the tips of
His toes she would dance
Always her first love
As their song was playing
And the lights were dimmed
Not a sound was heard
But her softly crying
He was now in Heaven
Great his wings of feather
She knew he was wishing
This dance she remembered


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