Teetering in white heels, only a couple inches tall.
Tugging at her dress, making it stay in place,
Blue taffeta with a sweetheart neckline and an a-line skirt.
Fidgeting, curling a strand of her bouncy hair.
She came with a “date”, just a friend for real.
Standing with her girlfriends, giggling away.
Watching the ‘mature’ girls dance with boys.
She and her friends headed outside.
The sun shown bright and a camera came out.
Cheesy smiles, silly poses, and giggles,
Everyone dressed to the nines.
Thirst came over so they head back in.
The punch was sweet and cold,
A boy dressed in a blue suit served the cups.
A slowish song came on, an 80s ballad,
and her ‘date’ swayed awkwardly on the floor.
Finally, the dimmed lights flickered on,
And the kids made their way to the doors.
A quick peck on the cheek for thanks,
Happy she didn’t have to go it alone.
2 thoughts on “First Dance”
You really captured the awkwardness of those days! 💕
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