The Dance

There's a place within my heart; She's always there.

That's my little girl of smiles, and golden hair.

How I longed to hold her, bounce her on my knee,

Just to hear a chuckle, and see a smile of glee.

Tenderly I held her, while the music played,

Swaying to the rhythm, I watched her breath delayed.

Twirling round in circles, even, figure eight's.

I'm the one who tired, whilst she invigorates.

Once again demanded, as round and round we glide,

Allay the fears, subdue the tears, I have no words to chide,

In this moonlight escapade, a Sandman's touch was sought,

Rest my cherub close your eyes, your sleep can not be fought.

Where did it all go? Who said it should end?

Delights of a father, with his newfound friend.

My dancing partner, my little queen,

I held in my arms, till you were thirteen?

When, new steps to learn, my shoes would try to stand,

How her music differed, 'twas now an Old Loud Band.

I must have seemed so gracious, enduring all that pain,

From that time, and time again, events they did sustain.

Now her turn it has arrived, to dance around her room,

In seeking peace and solace, for the product of her womb...

I have a new granddaughter, the idol of my eye.

I now recall with laughter, and heave a little sigh.

There's a new place in my heart; "She's" always there.

That's my little girl of smiles, and golden hair.

Now I long to hold "Her", bounce "Her" on my knee,

Just to hear a chuckle, and see a smile of glee...

Is History is repeating itself...?

© By Nollaig 2001