Conversations Across The Floor.

Words glided across the floor
and rose on toes occasionally.
Gray hair flew and a white dress flowed.
Father and daughter dancing
a private conversation
in front of everyone.

Winged tips shuffled on air
and crystal slippers clinked
like long stemmed wine glasses.
We a sipped on their conversation
of pear shaped tears of joy.
Water to wine.

Written for John Monroe, Father of the bride, June 1st, 2013.

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6 thoughts on “Conversations Across The Floor.

  1. Thank you Gerry, this is beautiful!!! so glad to meet you and call you family thanks to that wonderful nephew of yours!
    God Bless.
    ann

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