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How My Daddy Danced

Updated on March 26, 2017
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Poetry is one of Lori's favorite ways to write about memories, express feelings, and inspire others through her faith in God.

How my daddy danced

as I stood upon his feet.

He whirled me around the living room

and taught me rhythm to the beat.

My daddy was musical

in a funny sort of way.

He whistled through his teeth

a happy song bouquet.

How my daddy could sing

the standards from of old.

He played a mean harmonica

and taught me how to blow.

But Daddy’s greatest music

to this little daughter’s ears,

was his infectious laughter

that brought us all to tears.

My daddy was outrageous

in stories and jokes he told.

Often I was the subject,

He said I broke the mold.

Though Daddy’s flown away

his laughter carries on,

as music in my memories

that my heart can rest upon.

© 2017 Lori Colbo


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      Gypsy Rose Lee 7 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Wonderful memories and a delightful poem. I too was daddy's girl. Miss mine he left me when I was 10 but the memories have not faded.

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      Lori Colbo 7 months ago from Pacific Northwest

      Eric, what sweet memories of your family.

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      Lori Colbo 7 months ago from Pacific Northwest

      Patty, I'm sorry you lost your daddy at such a young age. Those memories are cherished gifts. God bless you.

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      Eric Dierker 7 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Great, just great. Being that my dad taught my 3 older sisters to dance, I guess I never thought about dancing I guess I did it since before I could walk on my own.

      But we had a big room to dance in -- and oh how my mom and dad seemed to never touch the ground.

      And my two daughters!!!

      Thanks Lori, I could stay in these memories all day.

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      breakfastpop 7 months ago

      I lost my Dad when I was eighteen. Not a day goes by that I don't think about him. Your poem is a lovely tribute to your Dad.

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      Lori Colbo 7 months ago from Pacific Northwest

      Oh, dear Ruby, I'm so sorry for your loss.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 7 months ago from Southern Illinois

      Lori, such sweet memories you have of a fun loving father. I really loved this...My father was killed in a farming accident when I was eight years old...

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      John Hansen 8 months ago from Queensland Australia

      What a delightful poem this is Lori. Thank you for sharing the wonderful memories of your dad.

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      Lori Colbo 8 months ago from Pacific Northwest

      I'm sorry you lost your father, Audrey, especially at such a young age. God bless you.

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      Audrey Howitt 8 months ago from California

      This brings back memories--I lost my father when I was 20-- still miss him-this moved me tonight