I sometimes thought she was a mystical creature from another time...
The way the butterflies enraptured her body that day.
They were drawn to her like a mosquito needing to feed.
Flying around her feet as she would talk to them and softly giggle...
Child-like she was...
Still believing dreams come true and Prince Charming's do still exist
Where life can be a fairytale if you want it to be
She still saw the good in other's
Forgiving them at the first prick or tenth
Always looking past faults and only visualizing the good
Her voice was strong and powerful
When forced and needed
But soft and tender too...
She cared for her family
Stood by her man
Protecting them at any cost
Pure at heart
An Angel's smile
A laughter that would radiate the world
Hands that always were giving
Song Bird...a voice that melted the hardest rock
She was not a Princess but
A true Queen...
Tammy Flanagan copyright@ 2019
Copyright © Tammy Bowers | Year Posted 2019
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