We would dance and dance until I couldn’t stay on his toes anymore, and after telling my mom about it afterwards I feel as though it’s upsetting that she didn’t have a night like that with either of us; but still knowing she could come up with something to do with us if she really wanted to. She often did come up with other things, but a special night for us both to get dressed up and spend the evening together was always nice. I also relate to the third stanza in multiple ways. It states that the hand holding them is battered on one knuckle, which is common for my father’s hands that crack with the slightest dry weather. I was also familiar with having something happen every time there is a misstep. In the poem it states “At every step you missed my right ear scraped a buckle”, but if we missed a step I’d fall off of his feet. A majority of our time at the dances were me being righted on his feet so we could continue
We would dance and dance until I couldn’t stay on his toes anymore, and after telling my mom about it afterwards I feel as though it’s upsetting that she didn’t have a night like that with either of us; but still knowing she could come up with something to do with us if she really wanted to. She often did come up with other things, but a special night for us both to get dressed up and spend the evening together was always nice. I also relate to the third stanza in multiple ways. It states that the hand holding them is battered on one knuckle, which is common for my father’s hands that crack with the slightest dry weather. I was also familiar with having something happen every time there is a misstep. In the poem it states “At every step you missed my right ear scraped a buckle”, but if we missed a step I’d fall off of his feet. A majority of our time at the dances were me being righted on his feet so we could continue