“Put your little foot,
put your little foot,
put your little foot
right there…”
Daddy would play
the guitar,
singing this song,
wry grin on his face,
while I danced and
sang, giggling all
the way.
Simple memories
like this strike my
mind this morning,
as I sip my coffee
and watch the world
outside hustle
and bustle to work.
Mayhaps we all
need less hustling
and bustling and
more dancing…
© Elaine Wood-Lane
4/13/16
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Sunshine Lane 