An Innocence about Her
Enormous hazel orbs peered out at me
from under long, thick, black eyelashes
She looked familiar, this elf with the heart-like lips
There was an innocence about her that enhanced her sweater
Knitted by the faerie grandmothers in their purest lambs wool
Pointed ears were rounded more than most elves, so I now realized
She was a faerie from the faerie doll kingdom down the meadow
She tittered, and the sound blew more dew on wet grasses.
"Who are you?" I wondered, but I dared not move, or speak
Knowing she would be promptly gone, and her shiny brown hair too
She brought a wonderfulness to the woods that day,
This was fifty years ago, yet I have never forgotten her.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019