Mon Pere Poem by Derek Marcoux

My Father, you were dancing when you met her,
You were dancing when you fell for her.

You even danced in bed and made each of us,
Even though the thought gives me disgust.

Then the disease came
And the dancing ceased,
The therapy came and there was that one new lease.

The tears they fell, that day you danced again, holding the love of your life tenderly in your hands.

And then November twelfth happened and took us all by surprise,

2: 45 in the morning would be the time that my Father dies.

And now I know you have your place in heaven, spending eternity, smiling, waiting, and dancing.