Page 14 - Dance
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For a moment she is lost in the excitement when into focus
she notices her father off in the corner. Handing the flowers
back, she glides across the room to the corner where he
stood so proud.
“Daddy, would you please have my first dance?”
The grin on his face once again forcing the squint of his
eyes. The vision of so many tomorrows and open ended
dreams. In awe of purity, in reverence of innocence. The
humility of splendor, the infinite wonder, the power of love.
She took his hand and leaned her rosy cheek to his chest.
In his arms he held her, his little princess.
His extended shadow drifting to and fro, rocking effortlessly.
Slightly raised above a whisper, the sweet sound of a
father’s song, aloft in the cool night air. A song, a dance, a
slow sweet dance, that only a father can understand, when
holding the one that holds his heart…and he sings...
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