Chair Dancing Memories Re-Surface Poem by John A'Hern

A TV show brought back the spark
Dancing showing its finest arts
Bodies swaying, feet moving
Beat that introduces rhythm
Memories start to unfold
A chair dancer of old
My friends poked fun in a friendly way
He is gone into his world of sway
A chair for protection from outside sources
No girls approached this strange boy
The Saturday dance we all attended
Me there because of peer pressure
On my own my moves were smooth
If others involved I would lose
Aware of a presence standing before me
My chair is there it will protect
A girl with eyes so dark and wary
She swayed to the beat, arms inviting
I stopped for a moment, time for deciding
She moved the chair my heart missed a beat
My friends all quiet enjoying this treat
Applause from friends as we joined hands
Dancing as one my shyness was gone
Her eyes never ever left mine
The dance it finished she bowed and held me
This girl and myself have traveled together
Some fifty years together, still memories remain
The night a girl taught me how to dance.