When I hear the song Sweet Caroline,

Carousel lights reflect off the sleepy river,

The dance floor is warm with people,

My father's hand warms my back,

He sways with a bounce in his step,

Like he used to bounce me on his knees,

And he spins me around

Like a horse on the carousel.

This poem is about: 
My family


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