Day Seventeen: Fantasy Poem

"Second Star to the Right, and Straight on ‘til Morning"

For a hundred years I have been 

your mother,

your lover,

your best friend.

It was I

who sprinkled you with fairy dust when you were just

a babe,

who lifted you,

lost and bewildered from the rain-soaked bassinet.

It was I

who taught you how to fly.

For 100 years,

we have battled pirates,

chased shadows,

led lost boys.

For 100 years, I heard you crow and watched you grow.

For 100 years, I have waited.

For 100 years, I have loved you with all the passion my tiny fairy heart can hold.

But how could I know that Neverland could never satisfy

those deep desires: your yearnings to a feel a human woman’s arms around you?

You left because you loved Moira’s sleeping face.

You left this place:

the Indians.

The Mermaids.

And me.

For 100 years, I have waited.

And I would wait 100 more

for you...

Peter...