Dance Away

In shadowed light

Through filtered lens

I saw a glimpse

of fathers end.

Of daughters rise

Emerging glory

Stepping boldly

Into her own story

Not yet written

But past a draft

A lovley story,

Fore and aft

Only in audience

I watched her depart

Finding her own way

Directing her own heart

A nostalgic sadness

For ego's caress

Not letting go

Of old address

But applaud I did

And ever will do

To honor what's past

And embrace what's new

Her story's my story

If lesser role

Tis the way of things

To salve the old

I saw a glimpse

Of her hopes and dreams

Laid bare to all

Yet to all esteem

And now 'tis me

Who will find my place

With joyful heart

For her embrace

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