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Dance with Me?

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When Dad was embarrassed, he whistled,
a tootling flute of a whoot; notes rising,
always the gent, he never bristled,
but when Dad was embarrassed, he whistled.
Always the same, breath gently pushed
through pursed lips, eyes on the horizon,
Dad, red, embarrassed, he whistled,
a tootling flute of a whoot; notes rising.

Polly Stretton © 2020

napowrimo #7

Eric Dudley Dawkins at his Grandson's wedding

2 thoughts on “Dance with Me?

  1. Every time I think of dancing, I hear his embarrassed whistling, but he still did it, for me and my sister 🙂

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