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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 © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 4/6/2019 5:43:00 PM
Somehow that last line really "made" this poem... love it!! ;)
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/7/2019 12:08:00 AM
I am so glad; fifty-years goes so fast, an eye blink really.
Date: 4/6/2019 1:51:00 PM
You're really rack'in up "fav's" today.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/7/2019 12:08:00 AM
I am? Wow! Did not mean to. Just throwing it out.