Never Too Old

When she was young…just a little girl when life was more innocent and free she believed in castles in the sky in fairy tales…and fantasy. She believed from the sparks of a campfire fireflies were born She believed in happy endings in mermaids and unicorns… She believed in houses made from gingerbread that every sentence ended in rhyme She believed rubbing a lamp could summon a genie She believed long hair she could climb. When she was young she believed in Santa Claus. She believed her grandparents lived in a world of black and white. She believed in the magic of a kiss. She believed her blanket would protect her at night. When she was young she’d play outside for hours. She’d come home with scraped up knees. She believed she could see the entire world when she climbed to the top of a tree. And when she grew up she still believed… In happy endings..in fantasy…and play but the duties and responsibilities of life often got in the way… Which is why now that she is older she loves to find moments when her fantasies are reborn… moments when she revisits her fairy tales… and finds her unicorn.