Your Grandmother Sent Me
Pensive thoughtful wise dragonfly faerie queen,
Meadow magic, surrounding her majesty,
As she ponders her next move.
The kingdom is needing extra help.
Will she be calling on the Woodland faeries or
the Faeries of the lake? She has not had luck
with either.
Sky faeries, a voice whispers into her mind
Her grandmother faerie's voice.
Sky fairies.
She had not thought of them in years.
More dragonflies came, they surrounded her with love.
The Sky Faerie Queen was walking toward her.
"Your grandmother sent me," she said.
Her face was serene, calm.
She was ready for whatever came,
to help the granddaughter of her oldest and dearest friend.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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