SHE DANCES IN THE KITCHEN   C. Thompson / W. Lawrence         
     
She could have been a dancer, That’s what she dreamed she’d be
I’m pretty certain in that dream, she hadn’t planned on me
But as life goes, the dance on hold, that was her situation
And plans that couldn’t hold a child, got no consideration    
           
              NOW I WATCH MY MOTHER DANCE      
              IN HER BARE FOOTED TOES
              UNDER ONE FLUORESCENT LIGHT
              SHE TWIRLS PAST THE STOVE
              ON HER ROSE PATTERNED DANCE FLOOR
              WITH THE RADIO AS HER BAND
              SHE DANCES IN THE KITCHEN
              WITH A DISH TOWEL IN HER HAND
                                  
Days and weeks and years, they passed, more babies followed me
Not a lot of time to dance, just things to cook and clean
But I know her well enough to know if she had to do
There wouldn’t be one single thing that she thought that this life owed her

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Sometimes life just doesn’t go exactly like we hoped
Hard as we try, our life slips by, and dreams go up in smoke
But she never made me feel she gave up her dreams for me
And when I look at her, I’m very sure, a dancers what I see

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________________________________________________________________________Ó Christie  Thompson / Walter Lawrence   103 Royal Court, Georgetown, Ky., 40324  
 502-868-0447 or 502-316-0470  comp2030@bellsouth.net