About My Mother

Entry by: tinyfeet&bluebirds

20th March 2015
Discord Dancing

Though our feet are out of step
And our singing out of tune
And we bicker and we fret
Till I think there is no room
For love. I do not forget.
I feel your presence yet
In our antiquated Tango.
I know my heart used to beat
To the rhythm of your own
And the blood that flowed
And built and fed
Was cyphered, borrowed,
Given, lent
By your willing pump.
So I tread lightly on your toes
Retune my broken chords
And bite back bitter words.
Addagio gently for love