— for Olivia
Wendy knew she couldn’t stay
No matter what the Pan decreed.
She saw the work behind the play,
Was wiser to the world’s need.
If boys are lost, they must be found
And someone has to gather wood
And love still makes the world go ’round
And fun is not the same as good.
She heard the ticking of the clock
That warned old Hook of stealthy time.
She read the smile of the croc;
She watched Hook weep and flail and climb.
But, oh, those days in Neverland
Where even gravity gave way:
She had the grace to understand
How precious is the passing day.