Pocket Princess Poe and The Enchanted Hug

-By KimTherapist

March 10, 2011

Once upon a time, in a castle atop a rolling hill in Ireland, lived an elfin princess named Poe.  Every morning, the sunshine shone through her Eastern window onto her dainty tea set prepared early morn by her butler, Daniel. 

“Your morning tea, Miss,” Dan was a bull of a man adorned with a tattered loincloth that ripped with wear and tension from his large biceps as he poured the tea.  This giant of a man was intimidating to most because of his mere size, and Poe had seen Daniel ‘remove’ trouble-makers from the castle walks.  But, Poe could tell there was a softer side of her butler.  It was in the way he winked at her as he gingerly slipped her pancakes onto her porcelain plate. 

“Poe, I’m going to Princeton to labor with the crew,” her husband shouted as he slammed the massive, wooden castle door.  Poe felt so alone, she knew it would be some time before her husband would return from the Princeton countryside.  Oh, she could have the finest meals that Daniel would prepare at her husband’s insistence and there would be a bejeweled necklace left for her on the nightstand.  But, Poe would no doubt feel a prisoner in her castle as she scrubbed the stone walls and looked after Prince Nichol, all alone.

“Mommy, mommy, vrooooooom!” Nichol raced his toy motorcycle over Poe’s tiny pink heels.  She felt the heaviness of what would become exhaustion from the days ahead already sinking in.  Nichol was a brilliant lad who had an invitation to study at University at the tender age of four.  Poe in her petiteness, was able to transform those with tender hearts, with a loving hug, into that which they always wanted to be.  The unknowing princess discovered this when she was telling Prince Nichol a bedtime story one evening and had given him a tight squeeze while tucking him into bed.  Nichol had been dreaming of the day he would be like the big boys he saw who loved to learn and study and passed by the castle every morning on their way to University.  Nichol began to make medications from potatoes he dug from nearby crops and he had healed many ailments throughout the many small villages surrounding the castle.