Dances With My Father

When i was younger my father would lift me high,
His eyes so blue and full of love for me,
We danced to the sounds of something I grew to love,
Music its notes so sweet and soft,
Twisted there way into my soul,
Things that I had never noticed before creep into mind,
The smell of his skin,
Pine and mint,
Mingled in the air around us,
I can see now,
How things had slowed down for us,
Seconds felt like minutes,
Each one meant for only us,
The way my blonde hair swayed with the movments of his hips,
the beat of out hearts,
Mine so soft,his so strong,
But none of these things mattered,
I was so young and naive,
To think this was life,
To think he would stay,
I remember those dances with my father,
In the small places we called home,
Dark brown couch,
Small toy bin,
Which we maneuvered around each time we shared a dance,
But sadly this was not enough for my father to stay,
Love is never enough,
Not long after,
There wold be custody battles,
So many men is in dark suits,
They wanted to know how i felt,
But in the end,
I was only a scared little girl,
And daddy left.
Mommy and i were alone,
The dances woth my father were scarce,
And so was the time i spent with him,
No more would i spin in my fathers arms,
No more would my hair sway like the wheat in the wind,
No more would my fathers lips whisper the song's to me as we spun around
All or that is gone now,
The innocence of childhood is over,
No more will i dance with my father..