I Can’t, I Can’t, I Can’t Believe in Fairies!

While steeped in sarcasm, I read an article on children

that have seen fairies to which I responded, “Pardon my

fly swatter.” It was too much for me to accept.

My childhood had died more than half a century ago.

Generally, I am not bitter. I give to my fellow

man, helped to raise some of my nieces and nephews,

I still feel empathy and sympathy for the less fortunate.

But fairies? Can a unicorn take me to where they

are? A knock at the door. A moonlit stallion, whiter

than the purest snow stabs me in the heart with

his only horn. I fall into a heap, later to

wake between two strong, enormous wings. I had never seen

the moon so large or close. The wind felt of

freedom. The steed galloped on clouds as if on solid

ground. Then, at the horizon, a new land, moving lights.

My heart sank with fear as I expected my sentencing.

The lights arranged themselves, a path for us to follow.

Singing! Angelic melody melded with harmony. I could feel Love!

At the center of the territory, brightest light. At the

bottom of what seemed to be temple steps, a couple.

The Couple. I jumped from the horse and bowed low.

I fell to my knees from the pain at my

back. I had been blessed with wings of my own!

“Fly!” The only word uttered and obeyed, if only I

were allowed to share, but this has to be lived!