Dazzling Leaf Haired Girl
She was born with one tiny stem at the top of her head.
Is that a curl? Rude people asked her faerie parents.
They were not sure but would have rather it had been ignored.
By age two she had oak and maple leaves growing on her skull cap.
Is she a faerie or a tree? Grandmas and Grandpas asked her parents.
Mother said,, “We don’t know yet,” but her father gave them the eye.
By age five, her leaves were dazzlingly beautiful in color and shape.
Her friends did not question her look; it was just her way.
When she became a young woman, many people began to ask again.
She gave them a smile but did not reply.
For it was actually no one else’s business.
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