Father Child Poem

I lost my dad when I was thirteen years old, and one of my greatest memories is dancing on my daddy's toes. I love you dad and always will. And I cant wait until my child is born so they can dance with me, the same way we used to.

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Dancing On Daddy's Toes


Published: July 2008

When I was just a little girl,
so very long ago
I remember taking daddy's hands and stepping on his toes,
he would dance around the room with me,
taking his big steps,
with every stride that he made,
it felt like we were the only ones in this world left,
dancing and turning in so many ways,
all I could think about was me and my daddy's days.
Now that you're gone, and your grandchild is on the way,
I want my child to dance on my toes the way that I once did,
taking there little hands in mine,
going back to the place in time that I once loved,
and nobody knows how much it meant to me dancing on daddy's toes.


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