Faeries Brought the Love
The sad baby stopped fussing
when faeries entered his room,
Rocking his cradle gently,
so he could travel to dream realms
The queen had sent her most loving care-givers,
showing him that he was never alone
By the age of three,
he would stop seeing his spiritual helpers
But at this time,
he was fully aware, and comforted,
Feeling loved, protected and cherished.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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