Dreams of Dancing


There was a lad of twenty months,
He’d barely learned to walk.
He loved to watch the dancers
As they tango’d and fox-trot’d.

He felt the music in his heart.
His body knew the tune.
He couldn’t wait until the day
That he’d dance round the room.

And he’d go dancing,
He’d go dancing.

So many dreams start out so young,
So few will follow through.
They’ll fall aside and leave our eye
Before we’re fully grew.

But no matter what grand dreams we have,
They’re ours to go explore.
If we follow them we’ll be full grin
As we whirl around the floor.

And we’ll go dancing,
We’ll go dancing.

Inspired by our friend’s twenty-month old son J.J. who was mesmerized by the dancers at his mother’s birthday party.  Set to the song “Marilyn Monroe” from the musical “Blood Brothers” by Willy Russell, which we saw performed this weekend by Bangkok Community Theatre.  Here’s a picture of J.J. with his mother and Uncle Tawn.



17 thoughts on “Dreams of Dancing

  1. J.J. is adorable and I love Tawn’s expression as he interacts with him!!! You all should be Dad’s!!!! Is that poem an original “Chris” poem, or was it written by someone else? I am sitting here right now watching So You Think You Can Dance so it all sort of fits together!! In a weird sort of way…lol. Ruth Ann

  2. @Redlegsix – @arenadi – JJ’s expression is actually a response to another person that I cropped out of the picture, whose attentions JJ shunned.  As for the poem, it is an original.  The dancing theme has come across in many ways the past day or two so I think there is some sort of dancing convergence going on in the universe right now.@osmundaregalis – Several of us offered but he’s pretty shy.@murisopsis – Yeah, I don’t consider myself much of a poet.@epiginoskete – Yes, he’s very cute.  And I think he’s quite tall for twenty months.@secade – I’ve thought about that; at least when he can read English.@ZSA_MD – Glad you liked it.  I don’t write poetry very often. 

  3. Sweet poem and sweet subject too! I remember my little girls standing on top of their adult partner’s shoes enjoying “dancing” to the music and sometimes dancing solo with a mesmerized look on their little faces. BTW, you should do some more poems.

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