Last Dance
I had a dream I was dancing,
dancing with my Father
who has been dancing with the
angels for the past fifteen years
He left when I was lost,
drowning in a chasm of fear.
I was unable to see the path forward,
knowing that the way back was forever closed.
He came with his smile when all seemed bleak
words of encouragement as the IV dripped.
I watched him go, this Father of mine,
who could not seem to make things okay again.
If I could have a last dance
I would whisper in his ear
“I am okay,” that I will be strong
enough to handle whatever tomorrow brings.
I would tell him the stars he showed me at night
while he held me in his arms were magic.
The safety I felt in his arms as he carried me home
is still my constant cocoon.
Dance my dear Father, let your beautiful spirit shine.
cindy Lee Lothian
June 16, 2013
Still Sexy After MS 
This has brought very many tears to my eyes Cindy. It is such a beautifully moving poem.
I am sure your father’s beautiful spirit will shine as I hope my father’s will too. He died a few years before my dx , although I have had MS apparently for 30 years without knowing. I say “without knowing” but when I had many unexplained symptoms way back, and the doctors kept asking me what I thought was wrong, I always said MS. They just smiled and said I was anxious and stressed. I think Im glad mum and dad never had to witness the effects of MS upon me. I think I am dealing with it better than they would 🙂
Love on fathers day xx
Thank’s so much, yes it must be the hardest thing in the world to watch your child strugle. Blessings to you….xx