O! FLUFF! FIZZ! ICE-TRUFFLES and BANDALEES!
Can't see the forest, for the snow on trees!
Where every gossamer veil of snow delights
And every string of bulbs mimics Heav'n's Lights!
O! TRUE! the tales of gnomes and Ice-Elves are!
(I fear some fool will catch one in a jar
and so, I've held my Peace on this -- so far)
But NOW, I must speak out, you see... on par
With Ancient Wisdom are the Fairy Stories,
Chuck full of Angels, dwarves... filled with the Glories
Of... Champions, Magicians of Renown...
Of tiny folk, who live in Tinytown…
Of Reprimands for those who trouble Nature
(Or use JUST Scientific Nomenclature).
REBUKE! O, WISE! The Unbelievers, ALL!
Who LAUGH at gnolls and trolls, both great, and small!
For He that trusts not, sews with poison thread,
That knots Hope; leaves Imagination dead.
Date Written: December 28, 2018
For Contest: BUNNY LUMP
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Vague are the memories of my very early years
Most occurrences I know of are by second hand
A chubby, round, baby with large brown eyes
So chuck full of "dimples", that the nickname stuck
At birth, I sucked on one finger, and then it was two!
I cried a whole lot, they tell me, much more often than not
These habits, became daily rituals that drove Mama up the wall!
In hind sight, just maybe, I didn’t want to be "here"
Somehow, my Papa understood me well
And found ways to bring out in me, giggles, coos and smiles
He calmed me with silly, elaborate and impromptu songs
It seemed I'd listened intently, and very often fall asleep
As I reached my toddler years, questions and the mischiefs flourished
Curiosity ruled my days, and the constant crying stopped
But sucking on two fingers must have comforted me somehow
‘Though threats to “cut it off”, became the norm
It was soon realized by all, how useless they became
And revealed to my family, how stubborn I would be,
Through all the noise and alarm, I know that I was loved.