REACHING FOR THE STARS

The Patterns on her life

Were etched on her face

For all to see.

Crowned in Tears

She reached again for the Stars.

Closer and Closer.

She could almost

Reach them now.

Falling down

Around her.

Wait…

The stars were not falling

Down.

She was floating up,

The tears had been worth it

For she was going home.

Mime von Litolff