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 back…