Written, February 15, 2025 For The Contest, “A Magical Journey” Sponsor, Constance La France - 2nd Place
Revised, November 10, 2025, For the Premier Contest, " Time Traveler" - Sponsor, Tom Woody
Oh, Magic Rocks, please sweep me back in time- back then, some fifty-four years in the past; when Mom was young, and meant to stay with me to tell me things she wanted me to know. Yes, Mother dear, I miss your gentle love- the time we shared in what we liked to do. But there were many things I hoped to learn about the youth you did not get to share. I never heard about your childhood dreams or how you spent those crazy teenage years. I know so little of your life before you met my loving Dad, who's with you now. Back then, as a young wife and mother too, I did not dwell on thinking of your past. You would have told me later, had you stayed- no thoughts that future years would never be. Not knowing that her time so soon would end, Dear Magic Rocks, now sweep me back in time so I can ask these questions haunting me! Oh, Magic Rocks, please journey me back home. And now, I treasure every day, as though it were the last. There aren't any Magic Rocks to take us to the past.
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