~Magick Fingers of Love~
By WordWulf, 14th Feb 2011 | Follow this author
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~On dark days my spirit has been buoyed, anchored, made calm to rest by the very reality of their existence~My days of epiphany, well, they are my days of epiphany~I have written and sung to them ~
~Magick Fingers of Love~
Is there a reward comparable in life to raising children. My qualified answer is no. I say qualified because I have enjoyed the company and fellowship of five wonderful people the all of their lives. In 1969 I became an eighteen-year-old father. This wondrous event was repeated in 1971, 1975, 1980, and 1987. One of my sisters had an arrangement with her husband. He would be the parent one day and she the next. I’ve heard folks speak of loving their children but bemoan the fact they’re no longer unattached and single. I don’t understand any of that, have never entertained such.
I’ve screwed a lot of things up across the span of my sixty years, made my share of mistakes raising my children. Through the all of it, watching, listening, and sharing with them made life more vivid, gave it a lustrous quality. On dark days my spirit was buoyed, anchored, made calm to rest by the very reality of their existence. My days of epiphany, well, they are my days of epiphany. I have written and sung to them for over forty years, such as what follows:
~Magick Fingers of Love~
“Catch me Daddy! Catch me if you can!” I was always good for the chase. I would run after them, my beautiful boys and girls. With far reaching fingers, I would touch the back of their feathery hair. Then, as if by magick, they would twist and turn, catch a burst of speed, and escape my grasp.
One by one, the magick disappeared as they came of a certain age. My extended fingers filled with air, I would catch my breath (the only thing, by the way, I ever did manage to catch). Truly outrun and outmaneuvered, I would laugh as if nothing had changed. “Next time!” I would declare and, sure enough, next time I’d get a wisp of hair-touching close. Then off they would go, under the power of a bit of manufactured magick.
They have all grown now, past the magick of the Daddy chase. I sit and wonder when the moment came with each of them, when Daddy’s magick passed from his fingers into their hair. I sure can’t catch them now, probably never could.
~Tom (WordWulf) Sterner~
~Cats’ Eyes~
~Day of the Wah~
~Snow Angels~
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15th Feb 2011 (#)
This has hit me in so many ways. My kids are now 28 and 25 and it is hard at times not having them here 24/7. I will admit it, I miss them. I know they must spread their wings and fly but, I do miss having them here and us being one big happy family, inside one house. I will say though, I am so proud f the people they are and the accomplishments they have acheived. I now have a grandson and hope to have more in the near future and it is great being able to see my son's son, with his mini-me. Nice read my friend.
Thank you for sharing.:)
Thnk you for sharing.:)
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16th Feb 2011 (#)
Thanks, Denise. I married Kathy a year & a half ago. Had to move from CO to CA for 3 years because of custody issues over her 15 year old daughter. A single parent, I hadn't ever been apart from my children. The first Christmas away I very nearly lost my mind. Like you, it is sweet to see them as productive loving adults.
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