If only in your beautiful eyes, save the last dance for me. As we glided through life, unaware of what lay in store for us so many years ago let’s freely move along the dance floor. You, with your smile and a giggle in your laugh and me with personal joy that filled my soul we took each dance to the last note, step, and lyric there was.
We have danced the dance of the innocents; our steps ignore
the protocols of dance and life, our joy too so profound it cancels time, time
of dance and time of life, and, so, we ready ourselves for our last dance; our
last sweep on the dance floor of your life as I watch you ready yourself for
it. Your strength and fight are what have made all the dances of the past so
worthwhile, so poetic and so courageously beautiful.
Your dance steps have taught me so much about the value of
human life, the dignity it demands and the respect we pay to it. You have taken
me from the shelter of ignorance and placed my hand in the midst of reality for
those I would have otherwise forgotten. But your depth of meaning has not made
me forsaken all your brothers and sisters who, like you, frustrated by life’s
slings and arrows must deal with an unfair life and its consequences.
So, dear daughter, wait for me when you cross that threshold
from the dance floor and wait for me for one more glorious dance that will last
forever.
Love,
Dad
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