recite this aloud, please, for Mimi, for Vivi, for me
Mama, she says,
can we waltz?
and we do,
we step one
two, three, one,
two three cross-
ing the room,
and again
I am five
and my grand-
ma and I
are alone
in the house
and my feet
are on hers
and we’re danc-
ing around
and she hums
with the ra-
dio, hums
with low light,
and we waltz,
and we waltz
there’s a blaze
in her eyes
as we one,
two three, oh
how I miss
her tonight.
Ah ha! Now I understand Vivian’s invitation to a dance party at your house last night from the podium 🙂
Beautifully captured.
Thank you, Mary … my grandmother Rose (I called her Mimi) was a beautiful dancer … every week at Slovenian Hall in her sequins and red red lipstick! That waltz tempo is one I will never forget …