Mama Danced in these Shoes
By Annie Hughes Battered and tattered and way out of style
Scuffed up and down at the heel
When I have these old slippers strapped onto my feet
I can't tell you the magic I feel
Mama danced in these shoes
She tripped lightly past her troubles
She sailed high above her sorrows
'Til the dawn set her down
Mama danced in these shoes
And I smile when I remember
How they once set her free
She had wings on her feet
When Mama danced in these shoes
When the baby took sick
When the money ran low
When everything filled her with doubt
When it seemed like her life was just too much to bear
She took the only way out
Mama danced in these shoes . . .
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"When I was a kid, my mom had these old, stiff, 33 rpm Latin dance music records. She'd put them on and Samba, Mambo, and Cha-Cha around the kitchen while she cooked dinner. I would stare at the pictures on the album covers--spitcurled women in red satin dresses and men in tightass black pants and ruffly-sleeved shirts."
"Mom had a tough life. Her mother died when she was eight and her father when she was thirteen. My Aunt Mary, who was a widow herself, raised my mom along with her own son, John. Mom grew up to be a secretary to an Arizona congressman, Dick Harliss, in Washington, D.C. Later, she moved back to Arizona and married my Dad, who was a local farm boy turned family doctor. Though in her adult life she had a real family of her own (a husband and four kids) and enjoyed relative financial security, she was often unhappy. But when she danced to that Latin music she rose 'high above her sorrows'."
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