Written by Doug Tanoury
I know that this may seem somewhat odd,
But I never saw my mother dance.
I think because it calls for throwing off
All inhibitions and stepping
Through the world for a short time
With unselfconscious joy.
Neither tango, nor rumba
Not even a weak attempted cha-cha,
But always looking wistfully
From the sidelines.
She is of course Canadian,
And therefore, a bit rhythmically challenged,
But even they can do
A crude flatfooted Celtic two step.
I think that it was just too many fears
And too little joy that are the root causes
Of her inability to move free
And unconstrained, like music itself,
Across a large dance floor.