The Goodlife

The music laughed
and the dancing played
when the little girl
tossed back her braid
and ran into
her daddy’s arms,
he took her up
and twirled her round.
The crowd we clapped
and raised a glass
to the love of a dad
and his lovely lass.
We took our places
on the floor
and when it stopped
we asked for more.
Oh, clap your hands
and stamp your feet
to the tune of Saturday’s
goodlife beat!


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Julia Dean-Richards

Julia is a writer and performer living in the Shropshire hills. Her writing is a product and expression of the love she has found whilst journeying through the most difficult times of her life.

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