Today I danced with your dad. I watched him approaching me through closed eyes and I felt my heart flutter as if I were a school girl at her first dance.
Today I danced with your dad. His eyes never left mine as he held out his hand, requesting mine. I could feel tears pooling in my eyes as the room went a bit out of focus but I held out my hand with anticipation of his touch.
Today I danced with your dad. As if in slow motion I stood up from my chair and stepped forward. I felt his warm hand enveloping mine as he led me to the middle of the floor. He pulled me close to him and held me tight...as if to reassure me of his protection from something unseen.
Today I danced with your dad. Everything in the room seemed to fade away as we moved together effortlessly. No words were spoken. He held me close and as we swayed to the music I heard him sigh and whisper, “I will always love you.”
Today I danced with your dad. And today for a moment in time everything was all right.
2 comments:
Time for you to end your blogger-strike and start posting some new picture of your house, dog, busted car, new hair cut, flower boxes, painted toenails, cleaned dishes, napping significant others...you get the idea.
Gee here it is the end of June and I'm just responding to this comment that you left.
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