January 12, 2012
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Daddy/Daughter Dance
The cologne upon your neck
Could make a small girl dizzy;
But I hung on like heck:
Such waltzing was not easy.
We romped until the pans
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
And Mama’s countenance
Could not unfrown itself.
The hand that held my wrist
Was battered on one knuckle;
And every step that you missed
Caused my ear to scrape your buckle.
You beat the time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt.
(Adapted by me, Curiousdwk, from My Papa’s Waltz, By Theodore Roethke)
Comments (22)
I used to step upon the top of my father’s feet as he would dance me around the kitchen.
Such sweet work pictures.
@songoftheheart - Did you have a special relationship with him? Or not really? I wish I had had a daughter.
Loved the pictures. I have more than one memory if my Dad dancing me around the house on those hardwood floors. My little feet firmly planted on his as he twirled me around so I got dizzy. There would be laughter and then we kids would sit back and watch he and Mom dance together. Memories are made of this. Thank you.
nice post !!!
@curiousdwk - Not really. I envy those who did.
One of your most interesting compositions ever.
I love this. SO MUCH!
Dad would do that same type of dance with me, and then lift me up and let me sit on the closed lid of the gramphone and clap and dance for me to the tune that played, while I dangled my feet and clapped with him.
Thank you David, this was exceptionally beautiful.
@roscoes_farm - Thanks. A little variety for a little fun. Keep ‘em guessing – don’t be too predictable. I know that’s your philosophy too.
@MzSilver - Thanks. I wish I could have had a daughter to do this with.
@ZSA_MD - Thanks you Zsa. Althouugh both of my parents were dysfunctional so I don’t really have good or fun memories, I can still receive those pleasures vicariously. I wish I had had a daughter I could have done this to.
@twoberry - Thanks twoberry. It was a nice emotion to play with. (And yes, I believe in playing with one’s emotions – smile)
@songoftheheart - Since both of my parents were dysfunctional, I don’t m(any) pleasant emotions from my childhood either. I wish I had had kids and could have done this to them. So because I’m lacking at both ends, I have to resort to enjoying these emotions vicariously.
@beneath_this_mask - Thanks. I had fun with this emotion.
I really love this! sigh.
My dad never danced with me.
HUGS!
Lovely post.
I am not a good dancer.
This almost brought a tear…How wonderful such a
Memory like must be..drenched in nostalgic scents and
textures..The scrap on his hand..dirt not yet washed away…bumpng into his buckle..but dancing onward..It felt like my memory..ur writing placeing the reader rt theere…then I remembered…my father never shared a dance with me~beautiful work…maybe we are not so far
Apart as you seem to think;)? <3 lovely work
@DysonianEyes - I apologize if I have ever insinuated I felt we were far apart on anything. I can’t think of anywhere we would be. I really like your work because it brings out of me feelings (and thoughts) that I share.
I’m glad you liked the poem of the girl dancing with her father. I thought it did a good job of recreating a feeling of tenderness.
@curiousdwk ..u msged me a few months ago…
U wished we lived closer.we would be friends..
I don’t know where u live..lol..that’s all*and yes this
Poems spoke deeply to my heart* DysE
@DysonianEyes - I’m glad you liked this poem. I thought it was tender. I live in the Boston area. Looking for an excuse to move away from the winter (smile).
@curiousdwk - winter is still here..do you need an excuse if you want to come west;)?