The Way Daddy Danced

His hands clenched to mine, with a stern and loving grip.
The lines on his face told his story.
His soul was the ocean; much larger and deeper than those around him could see.
Yet only his feet much mattered to me. He was my first kiss, my first dance, the first man I chose to marry. The first to hold me in his arms, the man whos wounds I carry.
We had a lot of ups & downs, both so much alike, but... when we stepped to the ripening beat, evrything felt right.
He was the man I wished to find, a man so stern and tall, one who loved unconditionally, but one who could dance most of all.
My mother died at 38, father did the best he could do, before he passed he asked me, ' what I wanted most of all.' I simply said, one last dance with you! ) ♥ This is to all those girls that love their dads!