Yesteryear Fiction

Alone
By Maggie Hirsh


Dad,

Why did you leave Alfenheim behind?
Why did you leave the beautiful glens?
The vistas?
The brilliant skies?
The honey-sweet gardens?

Was it because this paradise
Was no longer a paradise?

Was it because you were human
In a place where no one was human?

Was it because even I,
Your only child,
Knew magic
In a way
That you knew you never could?


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There is a part of me that likes jumping through hoops. Don’t ask me why.