My Papa's Waltz
The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.
We romped until the pans
Slid form the kitchen shelf;
My mother's countenance
Could not unfrown itself.
The hand that held my wrist
Was battered on one knuckle;
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.
You beat time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt.
Reflection
The boy is enjoying the time that he has with his father after he comes home from work. He place his feet on his father feet and then he waltz around with him. This poem to means to me that you should cherish the time that you have with our father because some day we don't know when we will lose him or if he will lose us.
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