Once there was a little girl,
she was very wild, and free.
She was very active, and very nice,
as little girls ought to be.
One day she went, out in her yard,
she climbed up in her tree.
She thought that she could touch the sky,
Maybe, just maybe...
Then once the little girl told her mom,
of how she would touch the sky.
But her mom just laughed, and said-
"You are a girl, honey, you can't fly."
That night the little girl thought about this,
and decided that her mother was right.
She figured that since she was human,
there was no chance that she woud take flight.
This little girl, now 22, dreamed for other things.
Of finding a job, and paying the rent,
she no longer wished she had wings.
She didn't have a dream to tell,
no, not even a wish.
The girl was only an empty shell,
like food without a dish.
The girl would push on in her life,
thinking that she was strong.
But the world wold tell her different,
it would tell her she was wrong.
So the girl believed the world.
She would shake her head and cry.
She knew she wasn't the girl she was-
she did not want to touch the sky.
This girl, now very old,
was lying on her bed.
She was very frail, and very sick,
and a young girl knelt at her head.
"Can I get you anything?" The girl asked,
and a tear escaped her eye.
The old lady shook her head, and said-
"No, please don't cry.
'll be fine young one," She said-
"-and dear, so will you."
She then shook her head sadly,
knowing none of this was true.
Then suddenly, the old lady smiled.
She knew there was something to do.
She opened her mouth, and began to speak
of the one thing she wanted to pursue.
"But there is one more thing I would like to do-to do before I die..."
"What?" The girl asked, and squeezed her hand.
"I would like to touch the sky."
The girl squeezed her hand a little tighter,
and asked- "Are you sure?
The doctors said to stay in bed,
rest is the only cure."
But the frail old woman just shook her head,
and looked up at the sky.
"I need to go touch it!" She said, pointing up.
"To know that I can fly."
So the girl nodded, and helped her up.
Outside, she set her down.
The old woman looked up and smiled
in her long, old night gown.
It was dark outside, with twinkling stars,
they all lit up the sky.
They lit up the sky, like shining young girls-
girls that wanted to fly.
The young girl let out a sniffle,
and said- "Please don't leave."
But the old lady shook her head, smiled and said-
"Young one, please don't grieve.
I have lived a long life,
and a good one at that.
I am ready to go..." She said,
and gave the girl a pat.
The young girl smiled a little, and said.
"But how do you know?"
The old lady shook her head, and smiled-
"I just am. I'm ready to go."
The young girl nodded, and tilted her head.
She looked up at the sky.
"But how, gramma, how?
How will you go and fly?"
The old lady smiled and looked upward.
She let out a raspy sigh.
"Don't worry..." She said, and smiled.
"I will touch the sky."
So the little girl laid her head on the old lady's shoulder,
she opened her mouth and yawned.
The old lady closed her eyes, and her breathing stopped...
But she had touched the sky and beyond.