She used to smile
With bright eyes.
Lining the shelves with the tresures
We had made out of the dirt and scraps with
Alchemy.
She would hold us tight
And, laughing ,
Ruffle our hair.
She always loved it when we practiced
Alchemy.
She would give us books
And encouragement
She sang us to sleep, made us pies
And told us stories about dad and
Alchemy.
She told us we could do anything
If we tried
She told us we could
Work miracles with our
Alchemy.
We couldn't save her then
We didn't have the power
But we can try
We'll relearn all we know about
Alchemy.
We'll bring Mom backā¦
