Imagination
The child's imagination molded life
into myriad visions of dreamlike perfection.
She thought into existence what she wished
and banished all the rest through mere rejection.
Her games and her imaginary friends
gave respite from a harsh reality
where parents slighted her but siblings were
all pampered and revered like royalty.
She found a lovely island in her mind,
where she was Queen and magic spells prevailed.
She was adored and served by lively sprites;
by fairies' lovely tunes, she was regaled.
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This child grew up and met with great success.
Her fascinating books keep selling out.
They tell of island kingdoms far away,
fleet sprites and elves that sing and dance about.
Admirers ask, "Where do your plots come from--
and those fantastic characters and themes?"
She smiles and says, "When I was just a child,
they drifted to my mind on moonlight beams."
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2024
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