DANCE
When I was a kid everytime I feel pain my MAMA or even my PAPA would just then hug me. Now that I am in college I realized then that kissing was really all about loving the pain away.
This simple truth, along with the value of mindfulness my parents taught me, has encouraged me to slow down, to become more aware and present in the moment. Slowing down is a conscious decision to live at a gentler pace and to make the most of the time I have.
When my own grnadmother passed away, I did not forget the love she gave me; it will live on in my heart forever. She gave me life, but beyond that, she gave me love. Although the mortal connection between us is gone, the loving, spiritual connection remains.
With that errant kiss, I realized it was parents responsibility to watch their children's spiritual growth, so that they would have applied it into some basic principles in their relationship. my MAMA simply showing TO US (her kids/child) her kindness through listening, I believe she satisfied our earliest spiritual needs. By being genuine-that is, personally connected and physically present-She had satisfied our developing spirit.
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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 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