Bedtime Story
by Lil Lost Pixie
Wednesday, July 09, 2003
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"Momma? Where have all the
Unicorns gone?"And I told her:
"Across the sea
where Faeries play
The sun dips down
to kiss azure waters-"
"Momma?What's azure?"
"That's blue ,honey. Deep,beautiful blue-like your eyes."
"Oh."
"-The sun dips down
to kiss azure waters
Up and away they fly
Galloping in search of some
one to see them
Athwart the legions of
clouds for we
no longer-"
"Umm..Momma? What's ath-wart? And wass le-john?"
"Across, baby. Athwart means across, and a legions means many. Many , many clouds.."
"Oh! Go on!"
"-of clouds for we
no longer believed in them
so they have lost their horns,
you see? But they do
live still. Awaiting us to
simply dream of them
again. So one day
they will come to tuck in
sweet little girls and
boys.
For children hold the
key to
giving them back what
they lost."
"Mommy?"
"Yes darling?"
"I love you."
"I love you too.Now go to sleep."
"Mommy?"
I pause at the door, my hand just clicking the light switch to off. I look at her over my shoulder. Curled and sleepy, one arm around her stuffed bear.
"Yes?"
"I seen a Unicorn today. I will try to see them all and give them back their horns. So you can see them. So you won't be so sad. And if I see one maybe you and Daddy will live together again and..Cause you and he must be sad cause you both can't see them.."
And before
I could open my
astonished lips
to respond..
She had fallen asleep.
My eyes filled with silly
tears. My daughter,
My Unicorn Saver..
How I longed that life would
always let her
see
Unicorns...
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| Reviewed by Brittany Renée |
7/9/2003 |
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Wow... touching to ones soft spot, truly. Can't imagine what would go through a mother if her child said something as this. Remarkable how children have this uncanny way of saying things that are almost perfected remedies. Almost as if children are the essence of near perfection and adults are only the souls that have grown mouldy and rusted. The majestic theme is truly unique in the way of a little girls pure lips and sweet words. This is truly, truly wonderful!
-br- |
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