“I hear you knocking, ”
Dave Edmonds sings,
“but you can’t come in! ”
and my father
unexpectedly
rises to his feet,
grabs his walking frame
and with a joyful grin
begins an imperceptible
rhythmic twitch,
an infinitesimal hitch
of shoulders, that
we might have missed
but this New Year’s Eve...
“You dancing, Dad? ” I call...
“You asking? ” his reply’s retrieved
from out the distant past.
A fun poem Janice, well it's a party old timers know how to party too...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i enjoy reading this one... i like the flow very smooth... thanks best regards, jdh