Dance with my father

This supposedly be posted on the 10th if not due to connection problem.

I am not in the senti mood now but unknowingly the song ”Dance with My Father “ was played in my computer. Alas, I remembered my father. Today is his birthday. The other day was mine. Whichever will fall in the weekend or near the weekend, that’s when we celebrated our birthday then. It’s no longer the same now.

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
Sometimes I’d listen outside her door
And I’d hear how my mother cried for him
I’d pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I’m praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don’t do it usually
But dear Lord she’s dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream


Four years had passed when we last celebrated our birthday. But his memories especially on his last days remain so clear to me. But what is clearer to me was the love my mother had given to him despite of his irritating and irrational childish tantrums. Still, my mother treated him dearly, understands him to the thinnest thread of patience, and never showed him that he is a burden.
I’d love to dance with my father again. He is not a good dancer, in fact, we made fool of him when we dance. Yet, that was one of the best times we had.
I can see even my mother wanted to dance with my father again.