Note: Story-telling style. Written 2017.

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I reach upwards trying, in vain,

to catch me some stardust.

It's the same as pixie dust, right?

If I was to sprinkle some on me,

and think happy thoughts,

won't I be able to fly?

As I reach, I plead,

oh please, please, please, let me have some.

I'm good, you see,

I'm caring,

I'm deserving.

Please let me have some, please?

But the stars laugh in my face,

RIDICULOUS!

I feel a bit warm and stop reaching.

I know, I know, it's impossible.

I'm no fool.

But it's okay to dream, right?

And it doesn't hurt to try, right?

* * *

He reaches upwards trying, in vain,

to catch himself some stardust.

"It's the same as pixie dust, right?

If I get me some I can fly, right?"

He giggles when I tell him it's impossible.

"I know. But I want to try."

He reaches up again, wiggling his fingers.

The air grows cold.

It's autumn soon.

And his birthday's coming up,

but...

I smile at him,

seeing him reach up again.

I know.

I just know.

"Just think happy thoughts," I say.

* * *

I reach upwards trying, in vain,

to catch me some stardust.

It's the same as pixie dust, right?

If I was to sprinkle some on me,

and think happy thoughts,

won't I be able to fly?

I'll fly up and see him again,

in the starry sky.

I just want to tell him again,

how much I love him.

How smart he was.

How brave, to endure such sickness.

How proud I am to have been,

his big sister.

As I reach, I plead,

oh please, please, please, let me have some.

I pound the ground with my fists.

He was still so young.

Please, let me see him again.

Give me some stardust

so that I can fly.

And I will fly to see him again.