An old pair of shoes, a golden gown A table cloth veil. She swirls around the living room Gazes in her wishing well. No one seems to understand who she really is She’s a princess in a castle Not an ordinary kid. Mom never really understands that , there is more to make believe Dad just sees another mess And there is no time to dream. As a girl she saw the stars Just with in her grasp. When did they go so far away? What makes them dissolve so very fast? Purple ponies, and paper dolls They once were so in style. Now they are all packed a way Or placed with in a file. Make believe has lost its glow

The girl is all grown up

Why hasn't she been rescued? Where’s the dream that she made up? Mom doesn't understand that Life is not just make believe. And dad just sees another mess, She doesn't see she needs time to dream. She's looking though old boxes From another day and time. She’s forgotten all her wishes, Her favorite nursery rhyme. She fingers in her hands the hope Life can still be more. She sobs and holds her head She feels quite torn. Memories flood her head Of wishes she had worn. She sees her self there as a child Dressed up once again. Determined to relive again was just once pretend. -Holly (Oct. 16, 2007)