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Shall we dance?


To my dearest Father  

Life is like a father-daughter dance

You spin me around with love and care

Being watchful of not letting me go or fall

You know all my steps and my next move

Because you’ve known me ever since the moment I stepped onto the dance floor

You gently lead me to where we go

Knowing, there, more smiles and laughter will be born

My faith was our song and

You taught me new dances, expanding my knowledge

You place your hand on my side to keep me steady so I won’t leave your side

Nor your protection

You twirl me around to be able to see the world

Yet still in your arms, close and safe

So, I ask forgiveness for letting go of your hand to join another at the wrong time

Forgive me for moving on too fast and not at our pace

Forgive me for making you watch me dance to someone else's music

Instead of our old sweet melodies

Yet you waited and suffered

I thought I was happy until the stranger's music stopped and left me

I was heartbroken

Left alone on the dance floor

Until you came and asked “May I dance with you again”

Despite leaving you, you still loved me and was able to dance with me once again

Slowly I learned to dance the way I was taught only better this time

This time I know to not let go and to never forget our songs

I will enjoy our time together knowing you will always love me no matter what

One day someone will cut in and ask “May I take her from your hand to dance?”

You will finally let go when I am ready

And then you will be proud of me when you see me dancing

Because it was you first who taught me to dance

And to love

I will later dance with you again only closer to say

“Thank you, I love you Dad”

Love, 
 
Deborah Beuttenmuller
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