My Papa's Waltz

I likes this poem because it reminded me of my dancing days with my grandfather showing me how to polka instead. The imagery given makes things seem more real to see as if your in the kitchen with them walking them. The description of the father with the dirt on the hands and the breath of whiskey tells you of a man of hard work and drinks a lot. It was as if they were having their own little dancing party by themselves because the mother was not impressed.