2/02/2009

Dancing with my father.


i wish i could dance with my father...be his little girl...it was so long ago...i dreamed this dream...that he was dancing with me...i never danced with him...but in my dream...we were dancing...i could feel him...and it was so real...i could smell him...i told him that i felt like a princess...and then i was awakened...i tried to dream again...but it was too late....the dream was over...
oh, to dance with my father...and be his little girl.......

2 comments:

Brook said...

What a precious post. Thank you for sharing your heart.

I can relate to this post on some level. I once had a dream about my grandpop (shortly after he died). We were skipping and playing together.

I wish you all the best.

Kindest regards,
Brook

Linda said...

Thanks so much Brook. I love this because I was not able to grow up with my Father. I had this dream after visiting his home town. I love my little blog.
Thanks so much!