all she wanted was to dance.

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.