Grandma Dances
It's not that I don't know how;
it's not that I don't know why;
it's just that you're leaving me
and it don't matter no how.
It's not just that love is lost
it's just that I have
a music call-
for me that's enough.
You and me were not
what we seemed.
It's not just that I was joy-prone
It's that I was never seen,
and won't be missed at all.
No one will pitch no fits
'cause I was nice as I was,
no impact
because in fact
it's not my face that's gone.
It's not my eyes or ears
It was my heart
took the purple shaft;
the full-on burning spear.
There was no purple scream
there was no muted call
parting musically too had beat
no problem,
no harm
no foul.
You never knew half-tones,
never got my melody,
and I
could never sing
your sad song
and faking it
didn't seem right to me.
Give me life's song book
give me a melody that's strong
I'll dance and pirouette
all the night long.
You never knew me;
never got my steps;
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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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