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THE UNICORN
Of all the books her dad read to her from the time when she was born
His favorite to read and her favorite to hear were stories of unicorns.
They believed in the sparkle of the unicorn…they believed in her magical tune
they dreamed of some day jumping on her back…and riding her to the moon.
They believed in the unicorn’s magic…they believed that magic would last forever…
and when the little girl got sick…they would need that magic more than ever.
Her parents were sad and angry…they didn’t know what to do..
When the little girl asked “Do unicorns get sick?” Can they get leukemia too?”
“We’ve never read a story like that.” Dad said…”I’m not sure if it’s known…”
The little girl sat straight up and said, “Let’s write a story of our own.”
And so they did.
Their unicorn was white and pure…filled with beauty, brains and glory…
And each night before she fell asleep they'd add a chapter to their story…
The unicorn flew to new places each night…across the universe she’d dart…
Enjoying wild adventures…dreamed up in a little girl’s heart…
And when her dad would read them back to her…as he silently began to weep
His daughter would smile…close her eyes…and quietly drift to sleep.
When he tucked her in he would touch her face…he’d brush away a curl…
For he knew their unicorn would live forever…but not so his little girl.
One night they stopped their writing…her story ending much too soon…
It was the night she jumped on the unicorn’s back…and rode her to the moon.
thats profoundly sad indeed,
thats profoundly sad indeed, if we could create, ours would be unblemished perfection, impervious to anything that might befall someone or something, but our reality is that anything can come along and infringe on us anything at all, passing so innocently would be a virtue, without fault, without blame, without partaking in the myriad experiences that confront and confound our sensitive humankind, and all creatures on earth. Hopefully that is the beauty in it, long life sometimes is a mixed blessing, we go not innocent at all and seeing some of the worst things that can befall any one of us at anytime, anywhere and regretfully anyone in our lives might turn out to be the devil themselves. Sorry for the loss, God bless her surely he must.