Sunday, June 17, 2007

I don't dance.
Except for those times I'm being graded for it in high school, and the times ---- my father danced with me.
Those were ordinary days, when he's feeling well and happy and light. He'd take my hand in jest and start whirling me round and round and round. He'll make funny harrumphing noises, and funny waltzing tunes, and he'd chuckle and giggle everytime I step on his toes.
I loved it when we do those silly dances.
Just one more time. Just one more dance. Just. One.
I will probably never dance like that again.
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DANCE WITH MY FATHER
Luther Vandross
Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around 'til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved.
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
How I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way, I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
'Cause I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream
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