Childhood Memory example, English project.
I still recall my father’s voice:
“Come on, little Kell-Bell!”
I hear his laugh, he smiles at me
I breathe in his aftershave smell.
He bows to my mother, kisses her hand,
“May I have this dance?”
He kisses her lips, I hide my eyes
Five-year-olds don’t like romance.
The song ends, he takes my hand,
“Do you waltz as well as your mother?”
Though the song is slow, he whirls me about
Leaving me begging for another.
Taught me to dance, my parents did
‘Twas quite the living room show
And when I find my partner for life
I hope he dances slow.
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