The Journey Home

The Stream

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The next day

After classes

I walk down the dirt path

Down to the

Drouting stream

With the pebbles

Tight in my hand

I can hear the soothing sound

Of the water

Flowing over the rocks

I walk upon

The small plot of land

We used

To build the fairy houses

It's small wooden pathway

Glistens in the sunlight

The jar

We used to contain

The welcomings for the

Beautiful fairies

I place the pebbles along the

Wooden path

Leading to the

Small cottage

Randomly and

Effortlessly

I miss you Zeena

I miss you too much

I think about you

Through classes

Through everything I do

You're not gone

You are still here with meEvery flower

Every swing

Every lost child

And every doll

I see your cheerful glare

I say out loud

Thinking she can hear

My thoughtful memories

I pray that the fairies come

For her

For us

I decorate the inside of the cottage

With little pieces of fur

From my old fur jacket

I put little chips of wood

On the walls for stairs

To lead to the top story

Of the cottage

I put little flowers

At the back of the house

In the "garden"

Hopefully they like it

I think

Looking at the slow stream

I think of the great memories

That we shared

Wanting to hold onto them

For just a bit

Longer...