indigos journal

We also found a story written by very little ones.  Very, very little ones.  I’m not sure if it is complete, as it was written on several small pieces of paper.  But I think it is.

So here goes.

Oh, and they would like to know what people think.

Once upon a time

A little girl was born

And her name was princess

She was blessed by the Gods

She was given gifts

Which not too many mortals have

But there was a grave price

to be paid

A lot of people were mean to her

Cause they were scared of the gifts

They gave her many other names

Some of which weren’t too nice

And she had to watch

What happened to other people with gifts like her

Soon she forgot she was princess

And she forgot about her gifts

And how to use them

And they helped her forget

They didn’t want her to know

Cause they were very afraid

Of a little child of innocence

And who she would grow to be

But she didn’t die

Like some of the others

Even though sometimes she wished she had

And they told her

Never to tell about the gifts

And about them

Or else

And she didn’t

Cause she forgot

Then she un-forgot

And got real scared

Bout the or else.