dance with my father

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back when i was a child

before life remove all the innocence

my father would lift me high

and dance with my mother and me

and then

spin me around ‘ till i feel a sleep

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

yeah yeah

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                                  12

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

sometimes i’d listen outside her door

and i’d hear how mama would cry for him

i’d pray for her even more than me

i’d pray for her even more than me

i know i’m praying for much to much

but could You send back

the only man she loved

i know You don’t do it ussually

but till now

she’s dying to dance with my father again

(luther vandross)

One Response to “dance with my father”

  1. Arif Says:

    Dear Rika,

    gw jadi ‘mrinding’ baca u’r poetry
    Bener-bener bikin seer di ati..

    Keep happy and smiling ya non..

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