Once Upon a Time by Sybille Sterk

This is a strange world. We are born in an upside down cycle turned inside-out, born gnarled and aging backwards. When I hold your hands close to mine in this meadow, sister, I know you remember nothing. I know you have already succumbed to a child’s mentality, forgetting with an Alzheimer’s that mirrors that condition of old men and women. But I struggle, I mentally fight, and I hold on still onto my memories—our memories. We’ve lived a lifetime, and I know—as you have chosen to forgotten—that our end is near, for we are children now, and soon we will be babes. I cannot tell you this. It will only frighten you further, andanyway you’ll never understand. So hear, sit close to me, and let me hold you close, and I will repeat over and over that you are not lost, and I’ll sing to you of castles in the sky.

~Angreek87