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THEY DANCED
HE DROVE DOWN THE STREET ~ IN AN OLD
BATTERED FORD / SHE WAS OUTSIDE ~ SITTING ON THE PORCH
HE WAS YOUNG ~ AND SO WAS SHE / HE WAS AFRAID EVEN TO STOP AND SPEAK.
EACH DAY FOR AT LEAST A MONTH ~ HE DROVE REAL SLOW BY THAT FRONT PORCH.
SHE WAS SO CUTE ~ WITH THAT CURLY RED HAIR
SHE THOUGHT HE WAS DASHING ~ LIKE A CUTE BLACK HAIRED BEAR.
ONE THE DAY HE GOT UP THE COURAGE TO STOP ~
SHE HELD HER BREATH AND THEN TOOK A BIG HOP
OFF THAT FRONT PORCH ~ SHE RAN TO THE CAR
HE OPENED THE DOOR ~ AND TOGETHER THEY
HEADED FOR THE STARS.
FIFTY~FIVE YEARS HAVE COME AND GONE
AND THE MEMORIES STILL LINGER ON
OF HOW THEY DANCED ALL NIGHT LONG.
THRU-OUT THE YEARS ~ THEY SHARED
LAUGHTER AND TEARS / YET THEY STILL
HAD THAT COURAGE AND LOVE THEY FOUND
AS THEY DANCED AND DANCED THRU ALL THE ROUNDS.
THAT LOVE STILL LIVES ON AND WILL FOREVER
AND BEYOND.
FOR POPPA AND MOMMA (GOD REST HER SOUL)
(c) a.j. angerstein
december 4th, 2010 (anniversary of
Poppa and Momma
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