PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I’ve loved magic for as far back as I can remember…I even have a few magic tricks I know…so for my birthday Deborah surprised me with tickets to a local magic show.

We sat in the front row…VIP’s…as the magic was performed…watching with wide eyes and open mouths as the stage continually transformed.

On the way home…my mind still intoxicated by all that glitter…all that glow…I realized how everyone’s life is a kind of magic show.

We enter the world with pizzazz…completely naked and in a way, we’re told, quite lyrical…by the look on everyone’s face in photos from that day…there was magic in that miracle.

From the comfort of their arms…whenever they held us for a while…we learned the magic of a parent’s love…the magic of a smile.

It was magic when we learned to crawl…magic when we learned to walk…and though sometimes we imagine our parent’s would disagree…magic when we learned to talk.

The older and older we grew…the more we came to see…there was magic in our friendships …magic in our family.

Magic in the flowers and the trees…magic in the clouds that drift effortlessly through the air…yes, we began to realize…there is magic everywhere.

Magic in the oceans…in the wind…magic in the birds…magic in the love we share…magic in our words.

Magic that astonishes, amazes…that has the ability to surprise…

Magic…occurring every day…right before our eyes.

So we make it our goal to be part of that magic…wherever we are…wherever we may go…

to add our own bit of wonder…and marvel…our own magic to the show.

To find that little bit of magic…and bring it out each day…

for there shall be no greater recognition than to have our friends and family say:

We were a magical friend, husband,  wife, father, mother, Nana or PopPop…

when our magic show is over…

when our final curtain drops.