{"id":346,"date":"2016-03-07T02:22:57","date_gmt":"2016-03-07T02:22:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fatherville.com\/wordpress\/?p=346"},"modified":"2016-03-07T02:22:57","modified_gmt":"2016-03-07T02:22:57","slug":"dance-with-my-father","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/fatherville.com\/index.php\/2016\/03\/07\/dance-with-my-father\/","title":{"rendered":"Dance With My Father"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\">Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence<br \/>\nMy father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then<br \/>\nSpin me around &#8217;til I fell asleep<br \/>\nThen up the stairs he would carry me<br \/>\nAnd I knew for sure I was loved<br \/>\nIf I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him<br \/>\nI&#8217;d play a song that would never, ever end<\/p>\n<p>How I&#8217;d love, love, love<br \/>\nTo dance with my father again<br \/>\nWhen I and my mother would disagree<br \/>\nTo get my way, I would run from her to him<br \/>\nHe&#8217;d make me laugh just to comfort me<br \/>\nThen finally make me do just what my mama said<br \/>\nLater that night when I was asleep<br \/>\nHe left a dollar under my sheet<br \/>\nNever dreamed that he would be gone from me<br \/>\nIf I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him<br \/>\nI&#8217;d play a song that would never, ever end<\/p>\n<p>&#8216;Cause I&#8217;d love, love, love<br \/>\nTo dance with my father again<br \/>\nSometimes I&#8217;d listen outside her door<br \/>\nAnd I&#8217;d hear how my mother cried for him<br \/>\nI pray for her even more than me<br \/>\nI pray for her even more than me<br \/>\nI know I&#8217;m praying for much too much<br \/>\nBut could you send back the only man she loved<br \/>\nI know you don&#8217;t do it usually<br \/>\nBut dear Lord she&#8217;s dying<br \/>\nTo dance with my father again<br \/>\nEvery night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\">Author: Luther Vandross<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>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 &#8217;til I fell asleep Then up the stairs he would carry me And I knew for sure I was loved If I could get another [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"give_campaign_id":0,"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[17],"tags":[18],"class_list":["post-346","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems-for-dads","tag-poems-for-dads"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/fatherville.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/346","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/fatherville.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/fatherville.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fatherville.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fatherville.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=346"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/fatherville.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/346\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":347,"href":"https:\/\/fatherville.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/346\/revisions\/347"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/fatherville.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=346"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fatherville.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=346"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fatherville.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=346"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}