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.