Daddy taught me how to dance
how to step and how to follow
how to twirl like a top,
knowing he would find me.
I collect the scattered coin
from off the floor and search
for the hearing aid remote
that gets
lost
like the cane and the thoughts
and the steps for the dance.
This is 55 words for the G-Man's Friday Flash 55.
TGIF and may you always have someone to dance with.
22 comments:
smiles...wasnt sure if that last bit was you or him but it works either way...smiles...watching a dad teach his girl how to dance is a beautiful thing...
Oh gosh....it's not me yet! Thanks Brian.
It's a lifetime achievement. ;)
Awww! You broke my heart with this one, Yvonne. I guess the beauty is that once we have the memory, we can go back in time...if only temporarily.
Dancing should be like riding a bicycle--once learned, never forgotten, but I have to admit, I slow-dance a lot more these days. Loved your 55, Yvonne.
The two scenes work together beautifully. And still dancing inside.
Oh Yvonne, this is just so beautifully sad.
Heartbreaking is a great word to describe this poignant 55! I used to dance on top of my daddy's feet. We lost him when I was sixteen .. he did teach me how to dance.
This is wonderful. Almost a history captured in the puzzle of these few words.
Awww...and now you lead. What poignancy in this. It pulls at my heart until it spills over through my eyes.
Jesus Yvonne...
I guess somebody has to be sad to balance things out. It looks like you accomplished that feat.
Loved your Tear Jerking 55.
Thanks for playing, you are such a great writer, have a Kick Ass Week-End.
This is really beautiful.
Sad and beautiful, Yvonne.
I like how 'the steps for the dance' come (go) last...it's like how the short-term memory goes first, and then those deeply ingrained things, like dance steps that finally fade in the end...such a sad progression--or should I say, digression...
Nicely done - love the heartbreak at the end
So sweet. My dad always told me in teen years that he wished to God I was a boy so he could beat the shit out of me.
Alice,
Ah, that it is. Thanks!
Talon,
Thanks so much.
Hedgewitch,
I can't find anyone to dance with anymore, that's the sad part. Thanks.
Anthony,
Thank you! Yes, it's all still in us.
Anne,
Thank you!!
Helen,
Wow. I'm so lucky to still have my Dad. Even if he doesn't dance anymore. Thanks.
Anthony,
Thank you so much.
That is quite nice indeed!
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Aloha Yvonne!
So charming. And even if you don't have someone to dance with, may you have dance in your steps. At least heart! k.
Mary,
Thanks. Yes, now I lead and I don't like it.
G-Man,
Well, you know me, always looking at the underbelly. Thanks for hosting and giving all of us an outlet. Thank you.
Susan,
Thank you!
Doc,
Thanks so much.
JB
Thanks for pointing that out. I didn't even realize I did that, but it's true.
Wendy,
Hi! Thanks.
Jemi,
Thank you. I guess I can write sad afterall... (just a post I've been working on re.sad endings).
Brandi,
Ha! OK you win. Funniest comment of the week!
Cloudia,
Thanks and thanks for the sneak peak.
Manic,
Well, yes, there is that. I hope I never lose the dance in my step. Like Dad always said, keep your shoulders back and stand up straight!!
Sometimes it is so sad when our parents gt older. Well captured.
Flash 55 - Dreams
Nessa,
Thanks. It's on my mind a lot of late.
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