RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Enjoying Grandchildren And Music - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Now watching my only Grandson who just turned eleven on
Wednesday, doing a line dance for the first time with my
nine year old Granddaughter, laughing and smiling, en-
joying the familial bond between them.
Now my four year old Granddaughter joining in, so shy at
first, but now is up and dancing in the limelight, people
clapping, music playing faster and faster, everyone is
dancing as fast as they possibly can.
A beautiful and funny way to catch on to a rhythm as it
plays even more rapidly then ever now, enjoying this
tremendously, as I keep up with the teenagers so far,
faster now, still writing, everyone clapping in unison.
Having a great time in the midst of all this excitement,
everyone now cheering because I'm still writing and keeping
up, wondering how much longer I can do it, lights now
flashing faster, keeping time with the rhythms.
Up and down chords, sliding down notes, tones rising and
falling, jumping and bending, all of the kids clapping,
jumping up and down all around me, lights flashing rainbowly
faster and faster still, not letting up for a moment.
Twenty minutes now and here I am, not letting a beat get by
this pen, music sliding beats because it's going so fast,
perfect rhythms and beats, touching my brain with every
sound, continuing ever faster.
Feet tapping the floor, pen writing, mind flowing with water-
fall thoughts of rainbow colors, swirling around the dance
floor, notes mixing together, but the beats are now getting
slower and slower, then trying to speed up, tapping every
other note to measures of the melodies.
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