Kitchen Dance

Hands wet, standing doing dishes
Looking out at the greening lawn and melting snow
Singing to Five For Fighting with you
Felt the warm clasp of your eleven-year old arms
As you came up behind me
Pressed your face into my back from behind
Swayed side to side with me as I sang
Leading me in a kitchen dance
Leading me into your future
Leading me into my past

Spring 2012
Love,
Dad