Hi guys! Wow, I haven't written anything in a long time. Have a Mary Poppins fic. Enjoy~ xoxoxo Ally

Three figures ran about a picture-perfect landscape: a young girl, an older boy, and a grown man. All of them were playing a game of tag. The young girl chased after her brother and father, her dark-brown curls flying behind her. She shouted happily at them and her brown eyes sparkled mischievously as one corner of her mouth twitched into a lopsided smirk. With a flurry of movement she lunged forward, tagged her brother, and turned on her heel to run in the opposite direction.

The boy grinned at his retreating sister, blue eyes laughing. He turned to his father who was laughing loudly and began to chase the man. The father ran quickly enough to stay one or two steps ahead of his son. A lopsided, ear-to-ear grin never leaving either face. The young girl stopped running and began to cheer. She switched between shouting for her father to keep running and for her brother to run faster. The game of tag soon turned into a race.

Not too far away, sat a lady on a picnic blanket. She laughed musically while she watched her family play on the grass. Her blue eyes sparkled magically and her lips curled into a smile as the game of tag turned into a race. A gust of wind blew through the area and the woman reached up to make sure her perfectly-pinned chestnut curls hadn't been mussed. Her eyes never once left the sight of her children and husband playing happily in the grass.

The race had ended and the two children had run off into an orchard to play hide and seek. The man sauntered over to his wife and plopped himself onto the blanket next to her. They smiled at one another, lost in the other's eyes. His hand came up and rested itself on her cheek and she blushed. Both faces leaned closer until their lips were about to touch...


Mary Poppins woke with a start. Not long after she sat up, tears began to fall freely down her face. She pulled her self from the small bed and paced around her dark room, hugging herself tightly. Her shoulders shook as she began to sob. Mary sat at the edge of the bed and buried her face in her hands. She knew that she was unable to have children, her body and her profession wouldn't allow it. But none of that mattered since she didn't have anyone to love.

Because while Mary hadn't aged a day in over a hundred and forty-five years, Bert had been gone for fifty.