When we both were three

The blessed father ...

My son danced at three years of age,
And I remembered, too, when the music enchanted,

When the music took control of my body,
The time when sitting was not possible.
I remember when we both were three.

But now, as a teen, no longer dancing, he asks,
“Dad, how would you dance to this music?”
I dance. The most fatherly thing I could do.
He danced, too, a return for us both,

To a time when we both were three.

... never stops dancing with his children.

Art work: Isn't this artist great?  Find his work at this link:  Brian T. Kershisnik.