for Margaret, from Tom
Still Dancing
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There’s a radio on the windowsill
That’s been crackling since seventy-five
You put down the tea towel, Margaret
And the whole house comes alive
We’re still dancing, still dancing
In our socks on the kitchen floor
Forty-nine years of Fridays
And I’m asking you for one more
The kids grew up, the carpet changed
My knees have seen better days
But you still hum when you stir the pot
And I still fall the same old way
For my Maggie. Forty-nine years and you still lead.