My Little Poetry: Twilight's Collection
A son and his mother, walk through the park. The son walks briskly, his mother keeping pace.
The son sees the playground, just in view. He challenges his mom to a good ole' fashion race.
As he happily plays, laughing with glee, he is distracted by something incredible he sees.
Three unicorn fillies, play with a ball. Using magic to toss it, their horns glow in awe.
He gasps at the sight, and yells down to his mother. "Mommy! Mommy!" He shouts excitedly.
"Look at the unicorns playing with each other! They use their magic to play toss with the ball!"
"Yes i can see that, its incredible indeed. Now come down darling, it's time to leave."
The colt hops down from the play set above. His mother hugs him, an embrace of true love.
They arrive home, safe and sound. The mother tucks him in, telling a bed time story aloud.
She gives him a kiss on his cheek, but he calls her name before she can leave.
"What is it darling? Is something wrong? Are you not tired, or would you like me to sing you a song?"
"No mommy" He says, smiling up at her. "I just want to be like the three unicorn fillies, but instead im just a normal earth pony."
"Listen darling" His mother says. "You may not feel special to you, but you are you, and you are special to me."
A son and his mother, walk through the park. The son walks briskly, his mother struggling to keep pace.
It has been a few years, since they last came. Both mother and son, have aged since that day.
The son still young enough to play on the toys, but old enough to know his mother is in dismay.
"Mommy! Mommy!" He yells back at his struggling mother. "Do you need my help? Are you okay?"
His mother is slow, age has caught up. She struggles to keep the pace of her son.
She breathes in and out, gasping for air. The son looks down at her clearly in despair.
She looks up, finally catching her breath. "I wish I was a pegasus." She says "Than I could easily keep up with you."
He helps her up onto her hooves, looking into her eyes smiling warmly. He remembers what his mother said years ago.
"You may not feel special to you, but you are you, and you are special to me."
A stallion alongside a small orange filly, walk through a gate. Open to the public, Ponyville estate.
They takes a right, and then a tight left, which leads them to the "Garden of Death."
They walk to a tomb stone, located in the middle. Clearly stated on it, "Honey Blossom. Mother, Mentor, Widow"
A tear rolls down the stallions face. Without his mother, he feels so out of place.
The small filly, never liking to see her strong brother cry, quietly walks out and waits for him outside.
He looks at the tombstone, filled with grief. He knows whats done is done, and death can't be beat.
"I wish i was dead, and up in the clouds. Than I could be with you." He says, choking on the words.
Then, as if from his mother herself, a wonderful thought pops into his head.
"Big Mac, you may feel like you are alone, but you are you, and I will always be with you."
