My Dear

My Dear

A Story by p.kuhl
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for my little sisters

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My home was destroyed, by a king far away.
He didn’t mean to, or that’s what they say.
So I started walking, as I do every year,
With a name tag to boot, and it reads “My Dear.”

As further I traveled, I came to a woods.
I’d never gone through it, though I knew that I should.
So, I mustered some courage, and stepped inside,
And found a bird with a whole lot of pride.

“Who are you? Who are you? Who are you, My Dear?”
The owl was inquisitive as he is every year.
I laughed and kept laughing, far from the trees,
To a beach on an island, surrounded by seas.

“Where am I? Where am I? Where am I, My Dear?”
The fish was confused as he is every year.
I danced and kept dancing, far from the waves,
To a town with a castle, with a king and his slaves.

“Why me? Why me? Why me, My Dear?”
The people were sad as they are every year.
I cried and kept crying, far from the hills,
To the top of the castle, where the king takes his pills.

“How dare you? How dare you? How dare you, My Dear?”
He swallowed his wine as he does every year.
I begged and kept begging, but he couldn’t see
To the town down below, where his people aren’t free.
And the beach on the island, where the fish can’t recall.
And the tree in the woods, where the owl asks it all.

“All of these things, some small and some tall,
Some swim, and some fall.  Some dance, and some crawl.
All of this land belongs to no man,
Yet you stand there so proud,
With wine in your hand.
So, I come to you,
From lands far and blue,
To ask you to stop
And start something new.”

He then kicked me out, my effort for nothing,
My home was still gone, and so was the stuffing.
But the people below, they knew what I did.
“My Dear, My Dear, you’re one hell of a kid!
You stood up for us, stood up to the king!
Thank you, My Dear!” and they started to sing.
The owl chimed in, with a “Who?” and a “How?”
And the fish was still swimming, but he sang so proud.

All of the land erupted in song,
Some were singing that I thought had long gone.
The song got so loud that the king couldn’t sleep.
Not a wink, or a blink, or even a sheep!
He came outside, in his robe and his beard.
His people were gathered, he was no longer feared.

“Alright, alright, I give up, I give up!”
He cried and his tears fell into his cup.
“If you don’t want me to rule this land,
Who do you pick? Where do I stand?”
The people and animals all knew it was clear,
And they said it at once, they all said “MY DEAR!”
I blushed and declined, it wasn’t my time.
I just wanted my home, and for all to be fine.
“I must depart, I miss my home.
This land is for everybody to own.”
And everyone knew, that all would be well.
And forever since then, this is the story they tell.

© 2011 p.kuhl


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Added on December 13, 2011
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p.kuhl
p.kuhl

Bloomington, IN



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