When she was young

she was sure the moon
followed her, staring intently
through the car window.

She was sure the words
were already on the paper,
merely helped along by the pen.

She was sure her toys
came to life at night, and
danced wildly across her room.

She was sure her dad
was infallible, as wise
as he was handsome and kind.

She was sure her mom
made the stars rise and fall,
a goddess that fell to earth.

She was sure until one day
she reached the magic age
when reason kicks in
and flaws come screaming
around every corner turned.