She Wants to Wear a Pretty Dress

She wants to wear a pretty dress again,

She wants to plant flowers in the dirt.

She wants to feel the wet of her newborn foals,

As she gently delivers them into this world.

She wants to dance with her true love again,

With grace and energy to spare.

She wants to grow her hair long again,

And be done with the hats, caps and wigs.

She wants to carry herself with the grace,

Of the Paris model she once was,

She wants to hear birds, smell flowers and see sunsets,

She wants all of this and more.

So she will enter into the hell of this treatment,

On the forty-sixth year to the day of her birth,

Ever grateful that research and other’s stories,

Have enabled her to have a chance to live on.