"The Dance" 

© 2009 (Rough Draft)

Roses are red, violets are blue
The Valentine dance is this weekend.
"Can we go too?"
Asked a small child along with several friends,
Who's fathers no longer lived with them.
You see, the school holds an annual father/daughter dance.
But with many kids left out, one girl took a stance
For her vocabulary didn't consist of the word can't.
Either that or she just had ants in her pants.
"What if we were able to have a Valentine's party here dad?"
Asked a little girl who's mad that her friends were feeling sad,
Normally her dad would frown at a ? like that.
But this time he didn't even get mad.
"That's a good idea" with a smile instead.
Mom was in on the secret and made dad's favorite dish.
Dessert followed and his gut was fully fed.
Like an angel with an arrow piercing his chest.
Approval was granted and off she went,
Gathering plates, cups and red napkins from a bin.
Lights, decorations, while filling out invitations.
Balloons, markers, and heart bobble pins.
Maybe a little overboard she had gone on this Valentine binge.
But most parents would of just shook their heads.
When hearing what their child said,
But once it sunk in they knew it was a perfect plan.
For a child sees the world a little nieve.
But are also the ones who truly believe,
And get in the car with HE who holds the key.
Safety's first with belts on in back seat.
They can see the scars on HIS hands and feet.
For the shephard watches over his sheep.
Like little Bo Peep,
That's why we must become like them again.
Even if it is "harder than Hades."
As a family of four started to decorate,
Rolling out streamers and bought a cake.
While fudge brownies sizzled and baked.
Coated with icing, pretzels were made.
Little cookie cutters were even heart shaped,
And mom made gift bags to give out at the door.
At fifty perecent off, they cleaned out the store.
And instead of watching basketball all day,
Dad built a small stage and a tiny dance floor.
Those left out is who this dance was for.
A handful of girls whose hearts had been torn,
But because of one child whom chose to ignore.
This now became a party for children of the Lord.
Whose Fathers hands made the sea's mighty roar
Holding them back by sandy shores.
The rain to reside after the glorious clouds poured.
For a colorful rainbow of promise was in store.
Sending his son down to become the only door,
That opens for you and me forever more.
That's the valentines HE died for.
As HE wrote those letters, never to be torn.
Which includes each invite to the dance floor.
66 books, different cards for the rich & the poor.
Why not share this love with a neighbor or 1 you adore.
Instead of flowers that will whither in days and die,
Or chocolate candy going straight to their theighs.
Mother Howland must of been blind.
Creating that many cards of ribbon and lace.
Or 2.6 billion of them made by a mystery saint?
Swept off their feet or did they just faint?
Month of romance, give me a break.
Three hundred dollars on wine and steak,
Or McDonalds, wanna get away from your stingy date?
100 years you've been with the same mate.
Probably married one of those cheap skate's,
Or will you look up into HIS face?
Patiently wait with much needed faith?
Before the sun goes down and it's a little too late.
He's there during the day and even the night,
Asking all of us year after year,
Through his letters and through his tears.
Love each other with all your mind.
As weeks go by to your neighbor be kind.
You can fast forward, but you can't rewind.
Search for the lost. You'll surely find.
Down on 1 knee, begging us please,
He asks one more time.....will you be my Valentine?

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