But how will I know the way

You've known it
All along

You cannot get lost
Think back
To the beginning

Ah yes
She sighed
"Second star to the right
And straight on 'til morning"

She looked back
Only once
Her destination certain

Her whisper
Danced on the waiting stars
Till then....

I’m ready

she whispered so softly

I could barely hear

You've always had the power

I sighed

Just a click of your heels, and…

She looked down

As the ruby slippers peeked out

From the edge of her gossamer gown

She smiled and closed her eyes

Worn hospital gown faded away

And worn, thin fingers became

Plump and dainty lifting the flowing

cloud of white

Giddily she spun

Arms wide

Rich brown hair teasing

The wind

While far away

A fading breath

disappeared

into eternity

Forever
Never
Again

Frances Lucille Smith Phaneuf
January 22, 1923 -
  January 13, 2015