I am walking across the campus of my high school. It is almost time for school to be over, and before long, the yard will be filled with teens talking and laughing. The afternoon is fair and warm, yet there is a refreshing cool breeze blowing. It is a nice change from the frigid winter weather we have been getting.
A girl around sixteen years old is sitting on a bench writing tentatively in her purple-colored notebook. She senses me and looks up and smiles. I smile back. Her long brown hair is in two neat pony tails. I think I detect blue eyes behind her
thick glasses. She says something to me. I can’t hear what she is saying, and I put my hand to my ear to indicate this as I walk over to her.
“I’m writing a story, “ she says, pointing to an open page of her notebook.
“How nice,” I respond to her, as I notice her frail frame. She is wearing a dainty red and white-striped dress. The stripes are vertical, which further accentuates how thin she is. “What is the story about?” I ask her. I am already starting to feel a tenderness for this unusual, bright girl.
She eagerly answers me. “It’s a story about a Princess who never speaks, sings or dances.”
As the girl talks, I notice that she has a lisp, indicating some kind of speech impediment or other disability. I think to myself that she must be in the class for kids with special needs on the campus. She continues telling me about her story.
“The parents of the Princess, the King and Queen, are very worried about their daughter, until one day they are watching her from their castle window. The Princess is standing outside in the courtyard. It is night-time, and the Princess is wearing a beautiful silver dress that seems to emit a light of it’s own. There is a light blanket of snow on the ground. Suddenly, the Princess starts dancing and singing. The silvery glow around her begins turning into a soft pink color. The King and Queen are filled with great joy to see their daughter so happy and expressing herself for the first time."
I am moved. “What a wonderful story,” I exclaim. “Does it have a title?”
“No, not yet,” she answers me. “I’m going to finish the story first.”
“That’s the right way to do it,” I say. “The title can come later.”
“The name of the Princess is ‘Rose’,” the little girls adds.
“Oh! Do you know that sometimes there are roses that survive and bloom in the winter?” I ask her.
Her eyes twinkle. “What is the name of it?” she questions me.
“I’m not sure,” I say.
“I will try to find out,” she answers.
That evening I think about my new friend and her lovely story. I wonder what the title of her charming tale will be? I think to myself. That story of hers really touched me. Maybe it reminds me of the person inside of myself that cannot speak, sing or dance. That girl’s story makes me think that there is always hope for new possibilities in life.
I wish that I knew the name of the rose I was telling her about. It is a rose that survives and blooms through the harshest of winters. Let’s just say it’s a “Winter Rose.” Many people are like the Winter Rose, surviving the very worst of winters. I fall to sleep that night and dream of many gorgeous and different colors of roses blooming through the white snow.
Author notes
Copyright May 14, 2008 by Kareneisenlord (Karen Eisenlord). All Rights Reserved.
This is based on a true story.
The photo is courtesy of "Photobucket."
I herebye give permission for this poem to be reprinted in the context that is outlined in this contest as long as proper credit and copyright is given, if so chosen for the purpose of this contest.
Karen Eisenlord - May 14, 2008
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Comments
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This was a wonderful read. It is beautifully written, and so descriptive. I love each detail. Good luck and thank you for entering my contest
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This is such a tender story. Life always brings the best stories. How insightful that a little girl could describe the colors of her aura but than children are more intuned to angels and the higher astral planes. A beautiful story. Sharon
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This indeed makes the reader aware of the
"inner child" and maybe the moon rises
a bit higher that night. You weave in such
magic to everyday moments, you truly must
live an enriched life. Blessings, Blue
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I am amazed about this event, karen ...
another synchronicity ... I have recently written my first fairytale for my baby-brother, called
"maxi donutprince and the rainbow-eagle" http://allpoetry.com/poem/4079687
where the princess rose was held captured by a witch, (who was actually her own mother), because she was the keeper of the nectar of immortality ... I am sure that you will love this story and understand its esoteric meaning (which is not evident for everyone) ...
thank you so much for sharing another magical story with me here, for me, this one is as enchanting as your "invented" story of the fairy in the willow-tree ... I just love it ... it does speak to our inner child, and helps us reawaken its joyful nature ..
I am delighted !
marion
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Touching
What a wonderfully warm and touching story. the little girl seems wise beyond her years. thanks for sharing this. Very nice..Blessings, Patty
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Wow, that is such a beautiful story. I hope that little girl grows up to be an author. I love fairy tales.
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