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illustration: Delphine Jones |
She’s a dainty wisp of wonder
And she makes our children smile.
A flimsy, floaty Tinker Bell
Who comes once in a while.
She scatters twinkling sunshine
On the coverlets of the bed.
And places glistering silver coins
Beneath our infant’s head.
She’s a slice of myth and legend
And her wings are laced with gold.
Her dress is made of filigree;
She’s impish and she’s bold.
She hovers in the bedroom
When our babes are fast asleep,
And in exchange for jewels and gems,
A tiny tooth she’ll keep.
1 comment:
So sweet
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