Page 25 - Dance
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Dance
His thoughts now a drift of the man that he had known and
admired. Remembering the stories of tea parties and dancing,
those awkward moments at the foot of the stairs and the
beauty of watching as she danced at the wedding with her
first love.
His heart is full, feeling blessed, very blessed.
His extended shadow drifting to and fro, rocking effortlessly.
Slightly raised above a whisper, the sweet sound of a father’s
song, aloft in the cool night air. A song, a dance, a slow,
sweet, dance…
That only a father can understand, when holding the one that
holds his heart…and he sings...
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