Welcome to the wonderful world of

Mr. Alexander.

 

When the Clock Strikes Twelve.

 

Be home, Be home...

Or carriages will into pumpkins turn...

Beware, take care

For wisdom missed means lessons never learned.

The days of cindergirls are gone,

no more of rags and toys

It's slippers made of glass these days

and handsome princely boys.

The fairy godmama is now

a counselor at school

And ugly stepchildren became

the clumsy classroom fool.

Those tiny mice of childhood times

are stallions for your dreams

to pull you through the times ahead

when things aren't what they seem.

When things are less like fairy tales

and more like tales from heck...

and we would cash in all our gold

for just one tiny speck

of magic dust, to weave a spell

and make us young again...

when little girls had little curls

and princes were just friends.

 

So in the year to come, sweet child,

and other years ahead..

remember well these words I typed

and other words I've said.

Remember it's a great big world,

make of it as you will..

And matter not how grown you get,

you'll be my diamond still...

The coach may turn to pumpkin,

and the stallions back to mice,

and shoes of glass may lose their class

(but aren't those "Jellies" nice...?)

And crowns of jewels upon your head

be pigtails once again..

"oh rue the day", I hear you say...

my grown up younger friend.

 

But life, it will surprise you

with all it has in store

and oft will be the times that we

wish childhood here once more.

 

When trying hard to pay the bills,

and stay ahead the pack

we know we must look forward

but it's more fun looking back..

Back to all the younger days,

back to carefree years

back to fun and friendships

and those little tiny fears...

fears that could be wiped away

by rides on daddy's knee,

fears that melted in the sun

as quick as quick can be.

 

But schoolwork calls, complexions dim,

and friends turn into foes.

And boys, well there's another tale..

(you'll see how that one goes.)

A teenager is someone else,

than you have been before,

a different personality

each day it changes more..

some days for better, some for worse..

but rarely not at all...

it's never quite the same again,

as dancing at the ball....

on Charming's arm, in fairy gown.

with jewels in your hair..

and shoes of glass upon your feet,

and not a single care.

 

Enjoy the dance, my little one,

enjoy the magic band,

enjoy the whirling fantasy

on some Prince Charming's hand.

Enjoy your youth, for only once

will childhood be your friend,

Enjoy it well and hold it close

it will not come again.

For when the clock strikes twelve.. it runs,

away across the floor..

It takes your dreams - before its coach

is crystal glass no more.

It leaves you feeling breathless

and aghast at it's escape..

and holding one glass slipper

from which memories to make.

And though you search your whole life long,

it's length and breadth complete...

your shoe of glass will never fit

upon another's feet.

 

It's youth that disappears at twelve,

that runs into the night...

So live it fullest every day

and try to hold on tight.

And if you're very fortunate,

so many years from now..

the shoe of glass left from these years

will always show you how

to dream, to dance, to ride behind

some stallions made from mice.

And you will be forever young..

(great magic happens twice).

And when you look into your past,

and gaze back at your dreams..

may all you wished for now, be yours..

and life be as it seems.

 

This wizard wish I give to you,

on this most special day..

And I can make it all come true..

("and how is that???" - you say)

I'll tell you, little child of mine

I'll tell you how I can..

"I'm not a very good wizard,

but I am a very good man.."

And, in that role, I hold your childhood

ever in my mind,

each smile and scrape and fantasy

each dream you'd care to find..

I hold them all, they'll never fade...

They'll never go away.

I know each second,

every tick 'n' tock along the way.

So when the clock strikes twelve,

and you feel childhood slip from sight..

fear not the pumpkin, or the mice...

or rags or dead of night..

For every dream you have is mine,

I've catalogued them all.

You'll always be the princess...

and your life will be the ball.

And handsome princes by the score

will line to kiss your hand...

And they may love as great they can

yet never understand.

What magic lies upon their lips,

when they just speak your name...

and I shall smile at you, and wink

and love you just the same.

But I will know for certain

what the best can only guess.

For I was THERE when you were small

and that's my life's success.

And I shall be a happy man

forever and a day...

just to be your daddy

and to still be here to say,

"I love you, precious jewel of mine,

a love that's here to say...

I hope you have the very bestest

number twelve birthday."

 

If you found any of these pieces educational or at least amusing, drop a note of encouragement to

Mr. Alexander

and maybe more such pieces will appear....

and

Remember to hug your Kids 

To return to the DAD2DAD main page

click here

To return to the Mr. Alexander main page

click here

"_top">Prev] [Next] [Skip Next] [Random] [Next 5] [List Sites]

This Inner Zine site

is owned by Mr. Alexander.

Want to join the Inner Zine?