Her parents use to read her Fairy Tales
she remember their voices…
their joy…
their laughter
which is why, she imagines, she grew up
believing in happily ever after.
She believes in bears that talk…
in trees that dance…
in wizards who can fly...
She believes a kiss can turn a frog into a prince
She believes in castles in the sky…
She believes in dragons who breathe fire…
She believes some mice may be blind
She believes witches can be beautiful
and ogres can be kind
And today, now that she is old
every night when she closes her eyes in bed
she still believe in magic lamps…
in beanstalks
and houses made of gingerbread.
And when she opens her eyes every morning
she smiles wondering how her parents knew…
how happily ever after her life would turn out
how Fairy Tales do come true.
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