I am dancing at your wedding
leaning into the warmth of a father
and it is as if nineteen years
has never passed us by.
Love was never left in waiting
it always lay between us
ready for the touching gift
of re-creation, re-animation.
Joy overcomes me
as I remember the feel
of your arms embracing,
your lips pressed against my cheek
whispered words of
"I will never let you go again."
Sixty years old
and I am still your little girl
as you were always my Dad,
the man who drove an ice cream truck,
the man I looked up to
and desired to share ice cream moments with.
Though you have gone home
to be with God
I am still in your arms dancing
held together with love
swaying in the arms
that have never let me go.
Love has held me tightly
and we cannot be separated,
our hearts beat together
with the heart of our Heavenly Father.
I never feel alone, Dad.
You are my constant companion
and my never-ending dance partner.
Dedicated to my father Robert Washburn
From his daughter and dance partner