Poem

The Night We Danced - Short Story Rewrite of My Papa 's Waltz

As the tired father sat at the table , he tipped his cup up and finished the bit of whiskey that was left . His long , hard day working in the field showed upon the rough lines in his skin . Upon seeing the young boy , those very lines wrinkled around his eyes as a large smile came to his face . The twinkling of the father 's eyes caught the look of the son as the son began to waltz in time with the light

music his mother was playing in the kitchen as she finished cleaning up after dinner . The aging man began to tap his foot to the beat , egging the boy on as he whirled around the kitchen table . The mother warned the youngster to get on and play somewhere else , but the young child could not resist his father 's cajoling foot , tapping away . Soon , after his father finished another shot of the whiskey , he began to clap in time with the beat raising his foot to a stomp , instead of just a tap

The mother turned up the music a bit , just to try and hear the waltz as the father raised up from the table . The father went to the son and put the child 's feet on top of his own . He told his son to hold on , and the smell of whiskey wafted down to the child , almost stinging the boy 's eyes . The child did hold on , though keeping up with the big work boots of the man was not easy . As the father and son started to stomp around the kitchen , some of the pans actually slipped from shelf in the kitchen . The mother was not happy that the dancing had caused more of a mess to the area she was working so hard to clean , and her mouth was fixed downward at their romping

The hard working father 's hands were rough , and one of his knuckles were battered in , yet his hand carefully held the boy 's wrist as they waltzed their way back and forth through the kitchen . The man 's whiskey was meeting his tiredness , and he would miss a step here and there . The young boy was only as tall as the man 's belt , so that whenever he did miss a step , his right ear would scrape right over the belt buckle brushing the boy 's hair back as he did . With the kitchen work done , the mother let the last song play towards the end , as the father wound the dance down . The son 's laughter began to calm down to a giggle , and then the song faded out . The father continued to sway back and fro , lifting the boy and holding him

The boy 's eyelashes began to meet , and the father 's heartbeat kept time in the boy 's ear . The father beat the same rhythm with his hand , his palm caked...