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Magical Powers

Father’s Day is approaching, and I will be out of town for the next few days, so I’m putting this post up a little early!

Parents understand that raising children involves a lot of “letting go.” Here’s a poem I wrote a little over a year ago following a visit from my daughter Hannah, home for the weekend from college.

 

Magical Powers

“You’ve lost weight,” she said,
her tall slender body slightly bent,
her head nestled into my neck.
“Maybe,” I admitted.
“You’re not as comfy,” she joked.

And I remembered—
the little girl
who loved to be lifted up
and held in unrelenting arms
as time slowed
a busy world was hushed
and her little life brightened,
her head resting
on daddy’s chest.

If only I still had those magical powers.

Words (c) 2011 Mark Lloyd Richardson
Photo (c) 2011 Dallis Day Richardson

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16 Comments

  1. You do still have those magical powers. Made me cry. Beautiful words. Have a wonderful blessed Father’s Day.

    • Thank you. I just returned home from a trip out of town, and the first call I got was my daughter wishing me a Happy Father’s Day! So I am blessed.

  2. Hannah

    <3

    • Is that supposed to be a heart?

      • Hannah

        Yes! haha

  3. You most definitely still have them, they are not so magic anymore, just very powerful and there.

    • As our children become adults, we enter into a whole new relationship, which has been a lot of fun! Thanks for your comment.

  4. This is quite beautiful Mark. Can sense the bond and the love – with our without the magic powers, which I have a hunch you may still possess :) Happy Father’s Day ~

    • Thank you, Robyn. There is definitely a bond, and maybe I still have a modest sprinkling of magic power left!

  5. Crying eyes. So blessed you are to have each other…I didn’t/don’t have that with my dad. He is likely undiagnosed Aspergers…so no hugging, holding, cuddling….sigh…..but I am so HAPPY when I know other girls have been loved that way by their father!!! :) Sam

    • Oh, Sam, I am so sorry you didn’t have that physical affection with your father. I do indeed feel blessed!

      • :) thanks; I do have a husband who makes up for it. :)

      • That’s fantastic! Good for him (and you). Blessings, Mark

  6. Oh, this made me happy and sad, all at the same moment. And it reminded me what “they” keep saying…enjoy them while they’re young, it goes so fast. So tomorrow (and the next day, and the next) I will remember again and again to enjoy them. Thank you for this!

  7. Dads ALWAYS have those magical powers to us their daughters. You are our first Love, and from you we go on to bravely travel the highways and byways of life, always knowing you are there, always trusting you will always love us, whilst we kiss a few frogs etc,etc! My Dad is 91 now and I am 54, but I hold him as my first love and love him just as much now as ever. x

  8. You have no shortage of magic still: the poem’s loveliness and truth testify to it, but perhaps even more so the expression on your beautiful daughter’s face. Clearly she knows magic when she embraces it.

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