There she was'¦

Standing alone under the tree,

with the flowers they had planted,

so tenderly,

in silence,

together.

So beautifully, there faces still painted,

and smiling upward to the sky.

Only she could see the fairies.

Under the cloud darkened heavens,

as the rain was pouring down.

Her tears lost, unseen,

as he said goodbye.

She turned.

Walked into a cold and lonely house.

Only the fairies new,

that one day she would return.

Her father now gone.

Left to a mother insane.

"Survival of the fittest"

Isn't that what they say?

She was only,

Six.

Unable to protect herself

comfort was known,

through summers sent away,

and peace was only felt,

under the waters blue.

Grown and sassy,

seventeen,

oh how beautiful was she.

Now walked away,

On life's inviting highway.

She disappeared on a well travelled road.

The fairies watched along the way.

She lived her life without regret.

Loves came, and loves went.

Death now become,

her enemy, her friend.

Friends and lovers fed to the beast.

Aged, but never broken.

"Survival of the fittest"

Yes, indeed that's what it had been.

The fairies waited,

As she laid her head to rest.

Her tears never seen in the rain,

The beast, he came for her.

You can see her now,

as she shimmers on the wind.

Dancing around the flowers

they once planted so tenderly,

in silence...

...together.

Sasa Smith

copyright 2007

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