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