Long Childhoodmagic Poems

Papa Was~~~~~

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'