A few years ago I met this girl,
No more than nine or ten,
Every time she smiled, her eyes sparkled.
Like a pair of tiny cosmos's,
Full of forgotten galaxies.
At that time, I've already wiped away-
Every single trace of fairy-tales,
From my mind.
To me, and the rest of my peers, they were already worthless.
But this girl, this girl
Who literally looked like Snow White-
Kept her fairy-tales alive,
In her mind.
Normally girls her age would have already moved on-
From dolls or magic princesses-
To gossiping and rebelling-
But this girl, this young, innocent girl-
Was so pure,
I've thought she'd gone bonkers.
Her drawings were always-
Pink or purple hued,
Finished with markers or pastels,
They showed fairy-tales;
Princesses in pretty dresses.
For me, at that time,
Who was already 'grown-up' at twelve-
Couldn't see their value,
Instead I humored her,
As how I imagined an elder sister to be.
"Why do you like stories so much?"
I asked in class one day,
As I frowned down on my fruit sketch, a mess of greens and reds.
"Don't you like them?"
"I find them childish."
Somehow, my blunt retort didn't offend her,
Instead she simply smiled-
"I don't want to grow up so quickly."
At that time I couldn't understand-
Nor could I register-
The sadness laced in her features-
Or why she suddenly seemed so mature;
Instead I simply raised an eyebrow,
Watched her apply more paint to her background-
A pink-and-purple ocean.
That was the last time I've ever saw her.
Months later when I came back from break,
The Miss called me over, into her office-
Her voice hoarse and low:
Quietly she told me,
You were gone.
Just two months after I left,
Just two months after I left, Snow White laid down to sleep,
Just two months after I left, Snow White laid down to sleep, her eyes closed forever.
I stood there, silent-
You grew up too soon.
Three years later when I'm much older,
And now tears don't come as easily-
I think of you sometimes,
Especially when I watch a Disney movie.
I still take art-
Though I now despise drawing still-life ;
My dear friend-
I hope you are happy up there-
You taught me a lesson-
Rekindled my child-like wonder-
A part of me that I've forgotten.
And nor will you be either,
That's something I'll make sure;
For now my fairy-tales are all remembered-
In shades of pink and purple.