Jack thought she was the most fascinating being

Everytime the moon fell and blue light blanketed the earth,

He felt her, but for only moments, constantly fleeting                             

How desperately did Jack want to see her, the one who gave him birth

 

His father, the widower, struggled to make ends meet

Despair in his eyes, “find coin Jack”, he said                     

Jack obeyed his father, but only so they could eat

Things haven't been the same since she lied in that bed

 

Out he went, door to door, yet to find what he was looking for

Soon he met an elderly woman who offered him beans

Jack counted them, only four

He thanked the woman and put them in his jeans

 

When the sun set, he returned home

Father wondered what he’d have to call his own

With the door closed behind him, Jack reached into his pocket, fingers roamed

His hands revealed three beans, the fourth, unknown

 

Father cooked the beans

The boy sat with eyes glued to the table

Dinner came and went in scenes

That depicted something nothing can label.

 

Night came and rain found the ground as the silence grew loud

Jack dreamt of when he’d see her again

Maybe high up in the sky somewhere, where the light begins in a cloud

When morning came, outside the window was something incomprehensible by any brain.

 

A beanstalk, larger and taller than anything ever seen                                                  

Naturally, the boy ran outside and marveled at it

So… that's what happened to the bean

Jack climbed up step by step until he hit

 

Something soft above his dark brown hair

It seemed this is where the beanstalk began to end

He climbed onto a luxurious cloud that lie there

On he walked, for hours that seemed to rend

             

He finally came across a marvelous palace

Glass walls met glass floors

The handle was cold, but not with malice

Something had drawn him here, but what for?

 

Jack walked down a lonesome hall, with no rush

Something began to grow in his chest

A warmth that became separable from the exterior, very much

Suddenly he halted at the end of the hall, for what he saw was self-professed

 

She turned away from the window that held her gaze

It was the end of the ache

The source of the light, he was amazed

A porcelain face with a smile that could never break

Eyes that mirrored his own

And a tear, just like his, streaming down her cheek

He was no longer alone

 

He stood still as a rock, for he never expected this

She walked over, seemed to be flying

Pressed her hand to his cheek and spoke “You are the one I’ve missed”

She held him in an everlasting embrace while he was crying

 

“Mother…” he managed to utter

“I’ve missed you, I want to stay with you, please”

“I have as well, but alas you must stay with your father

Go back home, we'll see eachother again

Take this stone and the pain will heal

Hold it when you think of me

You'll feel better, I promise, you'll see”

 

Jack, with a dried tear, took one last glance

Turned away and conformed to his mother's desire

She said he’d get another chance

To see her

 

Back home now

Father had no clue

Wow

Could anyone ever believe it to be true?