By Monica C. Voskamp
She was a beauty.
I tilted her chin up.
Last week’s scars had healed.
The body was such a magical thing.
She dusted off her hands
As she got up from her fall x 102.
She was a determined spirit
And had her eyes set on
Biking the family ride
To Auntie Kimmy’s house.
“Mommy, look I can finally make it down
To the creek, I know how to ride my bike!!”
She hurried on with excitement,
“Then maybe next week we can go to
The woods and see my very first unicorn.
Mommy, can we please?!”
I smiled at the excited glowing eyes
Looking up at me.
Such vulnerable orbs
Full of unrealistic hopes and dreams.
I didn’t have the heart to tell her
That unicorns aren’t real…
But I didn’t stifle that magic
Shining from her eyes and soul.
Because someday my little girl
Would grow up and make her place
In this world.
And now I see every day
She lived fully believing
Nothing was really beyond reach
She saw a dream to chase
In every little thing.
It’s 20 years later,
And I’m smiling, remembering.
She found out the forest woods had
No unicorns at all,
Which she took in stride.
After a few moments of sad,
She raced that little 2 wheeler home,
Took out her huge drawing pad,
Sprawled out on the floor
And spent hours and hours
Drawing, colouring, creating.
Then she came to me and said,
“See mommy, I wrote a story
About the unicorns that got lost
And no longer live here.
I made them a magical place
On all these pages so
They could have a home.”
She beamed in sheer delight,
I admit I cried my eyes out
Agreed and thanked her
For giving the unicorns
A home.
I still cherish that moment,
The moment I knew
My little girl would grow up
And make a difference in this world.
And I watch with joy
As she paints unicorn dreams
In her own family and career.
But really it all started
Not as a full grown woman,
But as a 7 year old girl
Who believed in
Unicorn dreams.
© 2020 MONICA C. VOSKAMP
Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤
*Photo Credit: Photo by Patricia Prudente on Unsplash
