My story came to mind while reminiscing about my dad, Richard Hackman, a jazz lover, zoot-suiter, and educator, gone to soon. So this goes out to all of you who learned to dance while DANCING ON DADDY'S FEET.
DANCING ON DADDY'S FEET
By
Kathy Halsey
I love to dance with Daddy.
He dances to and fro
And me? I dance with Daddy
always on my toes.
I love to dance with Daddy.
He really keeps a beat,
and when we dance together,
we both have happy feet.
Daddy and me?
What a treat!
Oh my goodness, Kathy...you gave us a story, a smile, and a walk down memory lane...all in 50 words or less! That's pretty impressive, I'd say.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for joining in the fun...this is awesome!
Ty, Vivian. It came to me out of nowhere a few nights ago.
DeleteLyrical and warming to the heart-well done, Kathy :)
ReplyDeleteTY for reading, Charlotte. Warm-hearted like YOU.
DeleteKathy! Thank you! You sent me back to my childhood, standing and dancing on my father's feet. I love this 50-word story you wrote.
ReplyDeleteI think many of us have these great memories, right, Leslie?
DeleteSo sweet! I love Daddy-child moments like that. :)
ReplyDeleteFun times, right, Jen?
DeleteBrings back memories of my dad. :D
ReplyDeleteJIlanne, thank you for reading & commenting!
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