once upon a time - by jocee

there was a boy

who lived in a village

and his only friend was his fishing pole 

he'd go down by the pond

and sit the sun

and tell the pole all his troubles

there was a girl

who lived in big house

and her only friend was the girl in her mirror

she'd sit in her room

and brush her hair

and tell the girl in the mirror all her troubles

the boy grew up and his hair turned gray

his fishing pole is gone, his only friend

but he doesn't mind, because he has another pole

and lots of other friends 

the girl grew up and her hair turned gray

her mirror is broken, her only friend

but she doesn't mind, because she has another mirror

and lots of other friends

the boy had married and had children

and built a house by the pond

and his children had children

of whom he's more than fond

the girl had married and had children

and moved into a house by the pond

and her children had children

of whom she's more than fond

and every night his grandchildren come to the house

and sit excitedly in a circle

and they beg to hear the story

that he's already told them so many times

about how he met a girl whose only friend was the girl she saw in the mirror

and every night her grandchildren come to the house

and sit excitedly in a circle

and they bed to hear the story

that she's already told them so many times

about how she met a boy whose only friend was his fishing pole

how they laughed and cried and hugged and fought

how hey skipped and ran and cantered and trotted

and their mirror and fishing pole was long since forgotten

and so they tell their story night after night

and each begin their tale with "once upon a time" 

they smile at their grandchildren's faces

and continue after those four simple words

and dear reader, as you read this poem

i am sure that you can guess

that like the pairing of love and lace

the rest of the story fell right into place

~grab your pen and scribble down some words. you never know what might happen.~

Jocee <3