I remember our Sunday dances,
how you twirled me around…
my pee wee, wobbly feet
never really liked the ground.
And I’d clutch your arms,
wishing you’d never let go…
I think you felt that too,
coz you pirouetted me some more.
I would grin at you toothily,
and your eyes crinkled with glee.
I could feel you pull me closer,
and I reveled in your proximity.
As the Elizabethan serenade
swirled softly through the room
and filled the room with music,
you pirouetted me some more.
I loved how you would plop me
anchoring me to your toes.
How you’d try jumping around
pretending to make me fall…
and just when I would shriek out loud!
you’d hug me really close,
and smile at me reassuringly
as you pirouetted me some more.
And today, when you give me away;
I see in your eyes, all the times
we danced our special dance.
And nothing would come even close
to making this day better than before…
Oh daddy, I’d be fulfilled for life
if we danced together, one more day.
And you’d pirouette me once more!