Dancing with Baby

Posted on October 6, 2017

by K DeMers Dowdall

A delightful poem that brings back memories, so sweet, of times we may wish to remember.

Kathy Lauren Miller

She fills the sink

Till the bubbles rise

And she sighs

Just like her dreams

The bubbles pop and disappear

Till she is left with only her fears

Baby’s pulling at her knee

She picks him up and twirls him

WEEEEEEEE………

The radio is playing its musical fantasy

Vibrating the air

And in the kitchen, there

She dances with baby on her hip

And because she loves

The laughter on his sweet face

She makes herself content to wait

To realize the dreams she needs

To make her life complete

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K DeMers Dowdall

Karen DeMers Dowdall was born in West Hartford, Connecticut. She has lived in Taiwan, Saudi Arabia, and England. Karen has a PhD, MSN, BSN, RN in Nursing from Florida Atlantic University. “Books of every genre teach us about life, how we think, and view the world." She has written poems and little short stories since she was a child. Karen loves art, she enjoys drawing, painting in oils, pastels, colored pencils, and doing portraiture. She has also taken ballet, Jazz, and modern dance since she was three years old and owned her own dance studio. View all posts by K DeMers Dowdall