I see her hips move
Swinging back and forth to the music
I think she’s lonely, standing there,
In front of a pretty man named Dick Clark
Swinging her arms back and forth
Steam swaying over the long flat board
Clothes smelling freshly flattened
I want to dance with the fun people
On the TV, but there is no room
For fun, with the iron, and the board
And my mother, swinging her hips
And sighing, as loud as the iron hisses.
2 thoughts on “1955”
You are absolutely correct – I loved Dick clark – and dancing is definitely much better than ironing – BUT it was the 60s – love your mom
Wow that brings back memories – “stay away from the iron!” And Dick Clark –
I thought those kids dancing were so old and someday when I was that old maybe I could also dance on Dick Clark’s show.
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