Leanna Wee, a jammy fey headed toward Doolin on Sunday
An assignment from the leprechaun wild, the old one, gray
without faffin around, she went right for the pub to find
a young artist named Collin, who was clever and kind
He had a draiocht way about him, this Irish lad of Doolin
Leanna was ready to woo him, and was in no wee way fool’n
By the time she had woven her magic, he was under her spell
she could have led him to go for a poke or down the dell
By the time Leanna Wee was finished courting this young guy
He was a blithering blathering gobe, but still remained shy
She took all of his energy, and got younger as her skin got pretty
a craic personality, she now seemed unbelievably witty
the young guy was never the same after this encounter by chance
he barely had the energy to hold hands, sashay or dance
But Leanna Wee was excited, being a Leanhaun Shee
To steal an artist’s energy was her reason to be.
Collin has loved Erin since first grade
When he could not tie his shoe
So, she got down on one knee
And tied it for him
With ginger hair and the bluest eyes
She gave him a wink and a gentle pat.
You can help me with counting, she said.
He was entranced.
Erin was drawn to the quiet boy since she was four.
She turned and met his eyes in her father’s store.
She knew he was her forever ever man.
She never thought anything but this.
They flirted around each other through sixth grade.
The first year they were together in a class since first.
He came home and said, “I will marry Erin Braughman.”
And now he had, and they knew it was forever after.
And it was.
a poem is a puzzlebox open and shut
with a chimeraean key. and fay-like
are the enterings it delves, where
a moment is all had. now
and then clinking to the sides. turn
slowly. it will change as if time passed.
Collin Lam
You are the sun on my darkest day,
You are my joy, my love, my pain.
You are the smile that dries my tears,
You are the calm that melts my fears.
You are the blue that is my sky,
The peaceful cloud that passes by.
You are the wind that blows the trees,
That warm and gentle calming breeze.
You are my mind, my soul, my heart,
That makes me whole when I fall apart.
You are my peace when the day is done,
You are my world my precious son.
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