“He said, "Dance for me," and he said,"You are too beautiful for the windTo pick at, or the sun to burn." He said,"I'm a poor tattered thing, but not unkindTo the sad dancer and the dancing dead.”

“He turned to me, and do you know what he said to me ? He said in a deadly serious tone, 'Momma, am I dead?' And I said 'no honey, you're not dead', and he shook his head, looking all confused about something. Then he pointed to you dancing and said, 'if I'm not dead, then why is there an Angel in our house.'”

“He said in a deadly serious tone, ‘Momma, am I dead?’ And I said ‘no honey, you’re not dead’, and he shook his head, looking all confused about something. Then he pointed to you dancing and said, ‘if I’m not dead, then why is there an Angel in our house?”

“I thought you were dead.""Me too, baby, me too," he said weakly.”

“You're late,' he said.'I'm beautiful.''You're always beautiful.''I'm always late too.”

“You're still the same Ramsey I danced with," he said softly.”