APRIL PROMPT #21
Janice’s #5: Whose fairy tale is this?
Once upon a time there was a father
who bought a dozen yellow pears,
one for each of his children.
The eldest daughter found the sack
of pears and they were so ripe and good
that she took one and ate it all up.
After supper, the father took pears
from the sack and gave them
to his children, starting with the eldest.
She took that pear
and ate it before her father knew
there was one pear missing.
There was no pear left
for the youngest child,
and the father did not understand.
The youngest child
went to bed crying
because she had no pear.
The next morning, the eldest daughter
was tending the geese in the long grass
behind the row of gray houses
and she saw God
sitting on the roof of the rootcellar.
God was watching her.
She heard the jackdaws
calling their judgement
in their harsh voices.
She smelled the sulfur smell
of the smoke from the chimneys
of the factory and the houses.
When her father came home
from the factory, she confessed.
Her father wept. Because
his daughter had seen the judgement
of God, he did not punish her.
But always, she remembered his weeping.