Best Childhoodmagic Poems
I hold three magic stones in my hand, rolling them over-and-over-and over, leaving
this
reality behind - far behind, as I fly back-ward through time.
Suddenly! We are together; I have dreamed of this moment for so long; I am filled
with so
much happiness; it falls from my eyes in tears you kiss from my cheeks as we
embrace.
I am a child again! It is Christmas Eve! Carols, and scents of cinnamon, and pine, fill
the
air, as we decorate the tree; you place an angel on the top, and say she looks just
like me.
Snowflakes dance outside the frosted window-panes. White tapers melt into dreams
and
drip onto the mantle as they flicker and glow in the magic of this night. The Yule-tide
logs
lying in the hearth, slowly turn to embers - like the three glowing stones, I hold In
my hand,
that I roll, over-and-over-and-over again~~~~~
Now! I count sixteen candles on my birthday cake, as you waltz me around the
room.
Tonight - I am a princess. I roll the stones again~~~~~ Your handsome face beams
with
pride as I stand before you, in cap and gown - scroll in hand, on this - my
graduation
day. I roll the stones again~~~~~
Now! You (tall and handsome) in black tuxedo, me, in jewelled gown of satin white,
walk
(arm-in-arm), down the isle, on this - my wedding day. I roll the stones again~~~~~
Tears of joy - swim in your ebony eyes as you reach out to hold a new-born babe
(my
son), who looks just like you. How can this be? How is this possible? You were never
there.
I roll the stones again~~~~~
Then I see them - Three little WORDS engraved in the three stones - my legacy -
that
brings you back to me after all these years. Three stones - I roll over and over and
over
again, until they fall into place and say, “I LOVE YOU.” And, in that moment, all
those lonely
childhood years, SIMPLY DISSAPPEAR~~~~~~~~~~
Author's Note: This story is totally fictional and was written for Constance's contest
and
Marvin Gaye.
Written: November 7th, 2009
2nd place in Constance La France's contest ' A Magical Journey'