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Dear precious son, may I have this dance?
I will wait as long as you need.
It takes some time to make you mine.
I hope you’ll be glad to meet me.

In my arms, I’ll hold you tight.
While we rock the night away.
Back and forth we will sway.
To lullabies and midnight cries.
We’ll rock the night away.

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Dear precious son, may I have this dance?
I’ll ask you pretty please?
You’re hard to catch, but nonetheless.
I will chase you on my knees.

You’ll giggle and squeal with delight.
As I push and you fly higher.
Back and forth you will swing.
To toddler tunes and Goodnight Moons.
As I push and you fly higher.

Dear precious son, may I have this dance?
I’ll try to keep up with you.
Your leaps are long and you’re growing strong.
These steps are all brand new.

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You’re getting big so I’ll let you lead.
As you learn so many new moves.
Your fumbling feet jump with the beat.
Step here step there, run everywhere.
As you learn so many new moves.

Dear precious son, may I have this dance?
You’ll twist and turn away.
You’ll push, I’ll pullyou’ll say let go.
And I’ll let you have your say.

It’s almost time, sweet boy of mine.
You can dance well on your own.
I’ll stand by to watch and worry still.
It seems somehow you don’t need me now.
You can dance well on your own.

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Dear precious son, may I have this dance?
It’s been a while you see.
I’m missing the days, the dances, the craze.
You’re growing away from me.

The music has faded here where I’m waiting.
You say you found someone new.
Out on your own, oh, how you’ve grown.
You’re busy I know, always on the go.
You say you found someone new.

Dear precious son, may I have this dance?
This night I’ll hold you once more.
Our final embrace will be replaced.
As your bride will take the dance floor.

We’ll swing and we’ll sway and I’ll finally say.
The future is yours to see.
Our dances are done.
Your time has come.
But my baby you’ll still always be.

Christine Carter

Christine Carter writes at TheMomCafe.com, where she hopes to encourage mothers everywhere through her humor, inspiration, and faith. Her work is published on several various online publications and she is the author of "Help and Hope While You're Healing: A woman's guide toward wellness while recovering from injury, surgery, or illness." and “Follow Jesus: A Christian Teen’s Guide to Navigating the Online World.” Both books sold on Amazon.

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