Somewhere under all this cloth
is still a little child, who loves
the stars, arts, and dancing.
All she wanted was to attend
the father-daughter dance with someone
special. But he\'s never here at the right moment
when times were rough, tough, and when
Mother was particularly sad
she was the one who hugged her tight.
All she wanted was to dance. Do you know?
She now abhors the action of it. so, the passage
of time and lack of presence destroys love.
please come back and raise your other kids.
they too, love to dance. they love the stars
they find the little things oh so fascinating.
Little sisters of mine.
For I taught them something
I could never learn to love again.