Ballroom Music

Gracefully the music played giving peace to everyone that danced to it. My body turned with his as we moved to the melody. Father taught me to dance, every step very carefully.
" Keep from stepping on their feet as much as you step on mine." He would say with a below of laughter. But his teachings stopped the day he died. I missed him so much, His cool blue eyes and tall knowing frame. I still imagine him spining me in circles in the courtyard till i becameso dizzy i couldn't stand.
Now i dance with a new boy. He seems polite with his pure green eyes. His hands are strong lik fathers' but his smile doesn't reach his eyes. That saddens me, but i won't let on. His robes are well sewn nothing out of place. He seems to be fit for a husband.
I imagine him gently pressing his lips to mine, holding me to closely for public eyes. My children would have those green eyes and that black hair. We would grow old together and die in the same bed.
The music slowly comes to an end and we part with a bow. When i walk back to my ladies in waiting i have a secret hop that he imagined the same as me and that father is watching. So he can bless us with more ballroom music.

( this is dedicated to my father who is alive and well. He helps me so much with myself and i wanted to give something back. THANKS DAD!!! I Love You.)