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Daddy, Dance with Me

Corrie's Mom

Daddy,

dance with me

one more time

before you leave

for work, and I run

out to the bus stop

for school. I rather

stay

in just my socks

and stand on top

of your feet.

There’s no party

tonight with

sparkling lights and my

the music turned all

the way up, but we can

dance in the kitchen

in sock feet. I won’t

step on your toes,

Daddy, and I won’t get

too loud if you

promise

to dance with

me

one

more

time.

Daddy,

why is it

quiet now? There’s

no party tonight,

and someone turned

off the sparkling lights.

I guess I’ll turn the

music up loud no

matter what the

neighbors say.

My son can dance

with me in his sock

feet, but I will still

ask

when the lights are out,

“Daddy, will you dance with me?”

I wrote this poem for one of my oldest friends, and I wrote a GoFundMe recalling his wonderful life.

By Rebecca T. Dickinson.

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Published by Corrie's Mom

They say teacher turn over is high right now, and many teachers will leave the profession in five years or less. I will enter my seventh year as a full-time teacher, and my 12th year in education after I'd started as a sub and teacher assistant. I was the student in the 1990s you did not want in your classroom because I was diagnosed with ADHD and did not know how to socialize with other kids. I was due to be tested for autism, but this was considered an ostracizing experience for a child then, especially a girl. I am a third generation teacher and author of seventeen creative works.

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