Watch why and how The Happy Girls are created

She had always wondered how, with their tiny wings
and even smaller beating hearts ever got anywhere,
but to another country and back?
And she sang as they all held on
"These are a few of my favourite things" …

She was like a stone skipping
over two sweet lives
as if children never grew and trophies never won
skipping one last time to hear her fathers’ words ...

She wandered in her own wilderness
the wish for’s, the wonder if’s
the too many why’s
and she thought
What would it be like 
to have journals of one hundred women
one page written on the same day
hand scrolled words like stunning,
secret, starving
temper, temperature, talked-too-much

on whatever day she needed help
she would have a friend who understood ...

Brothers. How they loved to romp. Explore that is. Stone stepping that is. All those years side by side, they trusted each other to the end ...

She took one step into the August meadow.
wildflowers, anything but perfect
perfectly wild and free.

Goldenrod, like towering guards
kept watch over all.
Prickly thistles wore soft magenta hats.
Fashion conscious Lily wore a black and orange fascinator.
Anne dressed in antique lace fit for a queen.
And Susan? No amount of lace would hide her black eye!

In her haven displaying gems
of every shade, woman played a song
to late afternoon while seeds floated
in a warm and tender breeze ...

And he stood still for as long as it took and bird made a study nest ...

One night, time seemed to stand
still
just beyond twilight, fireflies golden glow
sparked a time to sing
a song for the ancestors