a celebration of love
in the unchoreographed dance
of life
two triolets
I.
On this Friday night
he prepares for the dance
much to his girl’s delight.
On this Friday night
her smile is country-morning bright
taking pictures out by the manse.
On this Friday night
he prepares for the dance.
II.
It was meant to be, you and me.
Let us dance
our own jubilee.
It was meant to be, you and me,
these moments, in our finery,
taking pictures out by the manse.
It was meant to be, you and me.
Let us dance.
My preacher-son and his girl, going to the Father-Daughter dance.
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with thanks to the Two Writing Teachers community for providing a place to share our unfolding stories,
even when they are poems.
lit bits and pieces 
Such a lovely moment captured through a poem. And thanks for nudging me to google “triolet” After reading the definition and then the poem again, the rhyme and repetition really stuck with me. So does my admiration of your writing skills. Thanks for sharing.
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Fran, this is beautiful; I love the emotions you have created. Is that Scout, I think that’s her nickname. She has grown so much. I also love seeing the joy and love shining in your photo. Thank you for sharing your poem, photo, joy and inspiration.
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Fran, this is sweetheart-perfect! I love the way you have preserved this special moment that will become a treasured memory as the years pass. The photo is stunning. What a beautiful way to write on this Valentine’s Day!
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Your family always makes me smile. They are a treasure and so is your writing! Happy Valentine’s day, Fran!
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“Let us dance” indeed. How lovely, Fran. What a beautiful way to capture this memory in more than just photos.
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Fran, your poetry is wonderful and the sketch of your son and Scout is beautiful. Memories last forever.
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