Lead Toe Stomp - Thursday Poem

Lead Toe Stomp

My father whistled
and danced about
with barefoot children
attached to his shoes.
Right to left
Left to right
he shuffled and thumped
over wooden floors,
barefoot children
attached to his shoes.
Wrapped to his knees
we giggled and jounced
to the lead toe stomp
my father whistled and danced.

Taking my lead from Kerrdelune, I am posting this for Poetry Thursday. Still feeling my way around this blogging thing...
This is a memory poem...standing on my father's shoes as he danced around the room...the thump and shuffle, face pressed against his knees...laughing... slipping off, stepping back up and shuffling off again...dancing, we called it.