I THINK I REMEMBER YOU DANCED
In Lake Placid
In a hotel room
Crowded with the
Pieces of your heart
For once gathered
All under one roof
You danced
Uncharacteristically
On a table
For your delight
Bubbled up
And would not be contained
And since kidlings
And company took up
All sensible space
And your joyful jig
Needed space to call its own
The table
As stable and round
As any hotel table ever is
Was your stage
And laughter and applause
The only accompaniment you needed.
Of course
It was a long drive from Michigan
With a husband
Bickering twins
And a left out little brother
So maybe
You were just glad to be out of the car.
© 2016 Rebekah Hoeft. All rights reserved.
Kenn Nesbitt has challenged us to write poems for our mothers this month. Click HERE for more details.
Post your poem on our October 2016 padlet. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration this Friday, October 28th, and one lucky participant will win an autographed copy of Kenn's delightful new anthology, forthcoming from Little, Brown Books for Young Readers on November 1, 2016:
My delight bubbled up reading this poem, Rebekah! Thank you for sharing such a special memory of your mother.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Michelle! This was a fun one to write!
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful it must have been as a kid to see your mom in such an unexpected role--so much fun to read! I love the line "Crowded with the pieces of your heart..."
ReplyDeleteThank you, Buffy. It is part of the family lore and I have no idea why she was up there,but it's such a good memory for all of the siblings.
DeleteI also love the line "Crowded with the pieces of your heart"
ReplyDeleteWonderful poeme
Thank you!
DeleteFabulous ending!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Diane!
ReplyDeleteWhat a fun memory! Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDelete:)
DeleteHa! Gotta love that last line -- and I'll bet you are right.
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteI LOVE ❤️ this!
ReplyDelete