A Fairy Tale
Looking like a tiny princess
Her dress the palest blue
Gold dust falling round her
A happy giggle as she flew
She laughed and then went flitting
Around the garden park
Resting on a toadstool
Listening to the golden lark
Her feet in rosy satin slippers
With shiny buckles too
I knew I must be dreaming
When she sipped the morning dew
All to soon the picture faded
As I heard a voice so sweet
"Up my dear; its time for school"
Alas, my fairy dream complete............
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2010
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