The school dance

The school dance

 

This is a story of how love grows.

Those who know tell it with great veneration.

 

First is the twinkle in the eye.

A lot of blushing and the hint of a smile.

 

He gives her flowers with puppy love.

She throws them on the ground; she likes him more than she lets on.

 

She sneaks a kiss on his check than runs off.

He is beside himself with mystification, (Girls never let boys know how they truly feel).

 

Shortly after, come the poems and the laughter.

Both are blushed into denial.

 

Now the dance presents its self.

With brave shaking legs, he asks her mom and dad.

 

Dads gaze freezes him in mid-sentence.

Mom quietly asks her to rescue him, (How brave he was to face her dad).

 

The doorbell rings, he has a wilted corsage, which looked so fresh in the flower shop.

Frozen by her beauty, fumbling fingers and afraid.

She smiles and helps him pin it on, (in a place that makes him blush bright red).

 

Under fathers questioning gaze, mom hurries them to the door and tells them to be safe.

Looking at his bike he asks, “Would you walk the few blocks with me so we can talk?”

Smiling, she nods yes.

 

He fumbles for the words he rehearsed a thousand times.

She takes his hand as they walk in quiet bliss the last few steps.

 

The dance was wonderful is what she tells him.

She limps by his side, from bruised ankles, that hurts so wonderful.

 

The rest of the time gave way to courtship and graduation.

The two lovers make plans for a wedding and raising a family.  

 

Once again on brave and shaking legs,

He asks her dad for her hand in marriage.

 

The date is set, the plans now made.

What a perfect wedding they did have.

 

A baby has come with great adulation.

A daughter is born from their love so true.

 

Now he sits in the living room waiting.

For the brave shaking boy, to ask him the question.

 

On shaking legs, his voice did crack.

May I please take your daughter to the school dance?

Reviews

[Sharon L.H. Kelly]

And life goes on. You captured it well with this write!

[ron]

Thank you very much Sharon.

[icelandicblue]

There is a profound sweetness in the awkwardness portrayed here.

[ron]

Thank you icelandicblue

[Clara]

You touch upon the innocent and most tender of subjects. Ron, you always write with such warmth and sweetness. I love that about you. :)

[ron]

Thank you Lola. I try to. Sometimes I write other things to.

[Clara]

Yeah, you're versatile like that. :P

[ron]

Lol thank you Lola

[Chidoriflower]

This is so heartwarming. :') I love it!

[ron]

Thank you Chidoriflower

[Hatchling]

Great write. Keep up the good work~ Fluttershy

[ron]

Thank you Fluttershy. I will

[Hatchling]

You're welcome Ron ~ Fluttershy

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Smiles that was a beautiful story wow such thrill in the love amazing:) Wonderful work!

[ron]

Thank you Jon.

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Your quite welcome Ron

[Antoñyo]

A tenderly-written passage that makes one long and reflect.
I enjoyed this, Thanks!

[ron]

Thank you Antonyo.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I didn't have the pleasure of being given away by my Dad, but I suppose father's can truly be intimidating when it comes to their daughter's! I like how you brought this full circle, Ron. Oh, the fear you guys go through...all for love!

My best,
Kelly

[ron]

It must be love because we don't do it for the fun of it...lol

[Keith]

I like that Ron, a sweet tale indeed. From my own memory, accurate description of how it was in my day and indeed for my kids. Keith.

[ron]

Thank you Keith. I did pull from some of my memory on this one.