when you were a baby,
you would wake up
in the middle of the night
because you were hungry
so i would take you downstairs
to warm up your milk and get you fed
and then we would dance
in the middle of the kitchen
with just the light of the radio
gently rocking and swirling in the dark
until it was just billie holiday,
glenn miller, and ella fitzgerald
filling the quiet night
with their moonlight serenades
last night you called me to your room
like you do every night
but this time it wasn’t
for a drink of water,
or to read a book,
or to tell me you weren’t tired
instead, you asked me to dance with you
and even though you’ll soon be too big
to rest your sleepy head on my shoulder
i will always dance with you
any time of day or night
even in the rain and snow
whenever you call
wherever you are
from here to the moon
i hope this dance never ends