When the heart stirs
the feet soon follow
or so it is with me
born to be a dancer
Lithe and compact
fearless in motion
a Baryshnikov of the living room
a Nureyev in the night
When my daughter
was new born
seventeen sweet years ago
I would hold her close
dance her through the whole house
sing to her
tell her
I'll love you forever and ever
no matter what
promise her everything
it was in my power to give
Here
in my dotage
my dancing embarrasses her
my rude manners
outrage her at times
No matter
I thrill when
I hear her sing
weep
when I see her onstage
grin like God's fool
when I meet her at
the backstage door.
This tribute
and these poor lines
are humbly offered
by a man who is blessed
a man who wakes up every day
saying thanks
a father proud
a retired musician
(more or less)
whose child
without urging
took up the mantle
and carried it further
than dad ever could.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 3:45 PM UTC
When the heart stirs
the feet soon follow
or so it is with me
born to be a dancer
Lithe and compact
fearless in motion
a Baryshnikov of the living room
a Nureyev in the night
When my daughter
was new born
seventeen sweet years ago
I would hold her close
dance her through the whole house
sing to her
tell her
I'll love you forever and ever
no matter what
promise her everything
it was in my power to give
Here
in my dotage
my dancing embarrasses her
my rude manners
outrage her at times
No matter
I thrill when
I hear her sing
weep
when I see her onstage
grin like God's fool
when I meet her at
the backstage door.
This tribute
and these poor lines
are humbly offered
by a man who is blessed
a man who wakes up every day
saying thanks
a father proud
a retired musician
(more or less)
whose child
without urging
took up the mantle
and carried it further
than dad ever could.
