Disclaimer: I lay no claim to any of the Charmed characters, quotes, or overt references that may appear in my stories. They are the sole property of Spelling Television. I write for my own satisfaction and for the enjoyment of those who choose to read them. I do own, the emotions and memories that have been placed herein.
The song, To Dance With My Father Again was written by Richard Marx and Luther Vandross. I claim no ownership, save for my appreciation of its beauty and personal meaning to me.
A/N: Something I needed to write as part of my healing process. There is no need to reply, unless you want to. Writing has always been a great therapy and outlet for me. Thank you for allowing me to indulge in this special piece.
If you are interested in hearing the beautiful song, sung by the late, Luther Vandross, here‘s the link: Dance With My Father Again
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To Dance With My Father Again
Complete - Song Fic.
Prue sat on the window seat, the place she always would go when she wanted to think and be alone. Both sisters knew not to bother her when she took to gazing and remembering. It was a comfortable understanding, but Piper and Phoebe wished she would allow them in, if only, just a little.
July was never easy for Prue, she lost so much in the month of July. Her mom, Grams, and… “Daddy.” The name rolled off her tongue so easily, yet so painful to her heart was the fact that he was gone. “If only I could dance with my father again.”
Back when I was a child
Before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high
And dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around till I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure
I was loved
‘Love abounded in the house that love itself had built. Daddy worked hard and long hours, but he never failed to make time for me. He would carry me on his shoulders and I could see forever. He would read to me until the thunder disappeared. If only Phoebe knew, I too used to be afraid of storms. That was before I knew that there was much more in life to fear than the noises of nature. I remember the Eskimo kisses and his forgiving eyes. Yes, oh, yes, If I could…’
If I could get another chance
Another walk, another dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
How I’d love, love, love to dance with my father again
But songs end, don’t they? And so with it the harmony my heart used to sing. We had our moments of distance, but that was only to be expected, right? But we never were far in spirit. Remember that time Mom and I had a stare-off about cleaning my room? I ran to you for an ally, Dad, I played you, but somehow, I think you knew. How you could always get me to do just what she asked. I swear you two had this planned out ages before I was born. I loved how you stuck up for her and yet allowed me to see my mistake, in my own way, and in my own time.
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way I would run from her to him
He’d make me laugh just to comfort me, yeah, yeah
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he
Would be gone from me
‘Oh, if only, I could rob time and keep it safe in my bottle of memories. I never let you leave us, I’d never let you, not return. Death has taken too many of my loved ones, you were the first. Yes, if I could, I would keep you here with me forever. But, Daddy, that is not something I am able to do, but please know, that I’d love to dance with you just one more time.’
If I could steal one final glance
One final step, one final dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
‘Cause I’d love, love, love to dance with my father again
I know how Mom felt as she watched you take your last breath, for I was by her side. But I only had you for a little while. She had you for more years than she did not. Oh, her cried, she tried to hide them from me, but late at night I could hear her weeping for the other half of her soul. Searching for the only one who could fill the void she now owned… she was searching for you. That’s when I would go back to my room and kneel and pray.’
Sometimes I’d listen outside her door
And I’d hear her, mama cryin’ for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
‘Ease her heart Lord, if only in her mind, let her dance with my father again.’
I know I’m prayin’ for much too much
But could You send back the only man she loved
I know You don’t do it usually
But Lord, she’s dyin’ to dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep
And this is all I ever dream…
‘And Lord, if it’s not too much to ask, I have one selfish request of my own, and that… is to dance with my father again…’
Fin
