(a grandfather's thoughts)
Amanda, just a few years from now
I will stand there and sigh
at your sight on the dancefloor:
Your prom dress deep blue,
like the sky
into which you're about to take wing
your eyes, I think, never so bright
as this evening that seems just for you
and the boys who will dream
of their dancing with you
slowly close,
their flushed cheeks
brush your fawncolored hair.
Will you know what to ask of your life
as you'd softly possess
with your presence
all those around you?
I will stand by the half-darkened wall
and I'll hope you will once
turn to look back my way,
your smile that will make me
almost a young man
standing proud and upright with my cane.
Jon Bohrn (1998)



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