She laughs out loud with her friends,
Her big smile belies the void inside her.
In her solitude, her thoughts fly
To her childhood in the land of white
Picket fences and green lawns, where she
Walked the streets with her small hands
Holding the big, strong, steady hands of her dad.
When she’s alone, she looks at her picture
With her mom by the Golden Gate Bridge of
San Francisco. Her dad took the photo when
She was seven. Much has changed since then.
There was a promise of endless love between
Mom and dad that is now broken.
Are all promises meant to be broken?
She now walks the cobblestone streets of London alone.
No strong and steady hands to hold her.
She takes photographs of Europe’s castles and palaces.
Could they live in one of those?
Once again, could dad be king and mom the queen
And she the princess? And could they live
Happily ever after? Or are happy endings
Really just found in fairy tales?
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