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Fairy Store |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
An old, gray board covered in moss and spruce cones Lay on gnarled tree roots abandoned and alone Who would wonder why it was left there Who would notice and who would care? .... A woman came upon it and fell to her knees She dusted the board lightly with a white cotton sleeve A tear slid slowly down a wind burned cheek If she listened she could almost hear the children speak .... Two small girls with dancing eyes and long braids Once slipped into the damp, wooded spruce glade In whispered voices, they laid out simple treasures All for fairies to buy for their own fairy pleasures Here a thimble held snugly in one tightly closed fist The older girl scanned over her list A cup without a tea set, an empty spool of thread A box once filled with matches, now a perfect fairy bed They brought out plastic houses of bright red and green The rest of the Monopoly game gone to places unseen Each item was lined up on the board sturdy and strong It sat upon tree roots as if it had always belonged Under the trees that stood there so sturdy and tall The older girl spoke softly of the Midnight Fairy Ball .... She told how the fairies would come and buy all these things She spoke of their dances and the magic they bring The little one listened with eyes sparkling and round She stopped all her chatter and listened with not one small sound They crept quietly out of the damp wooded glade And tiptoed away to return the very next day. .... The store was now empty, the shelf had been stripped bare The young girl was delighted for all she no longer saw there She ran off to find more small things for the fairies to buy They found magic in the branches that seemed to reach to the sky Each day they returned until one day they forgot The board now lay empty, all the treasures were bought. .... The woman knelt down in silence and looked under the trees She found not one small treasure but found part of her history She remembered the fairies and the magic they had She remembered the sisters and no longer felt sad. The woman had grown up and was no longer a girl But she believed in the fairies and she believed in their world. .... At night when the dark hangs over the moon A fairy flies out and lands on a small silver spoon She dances and sings until more dance in the night They remember the two small girls who knew they were right For fairies are out there and all just need to believe It’s simply a matter of closing their eyes to let their minds see. aziza |
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seraphin Senior Member
since 2000-09-24
Posts 1004Michigan |
Aziza,I believe in fairies. And dragons. And wizards. But most of all, now after reading this, I believe in fairies. Very well done. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
 I Believe!  |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
I just read this to my Mom ... and she cried. Is it that bad? ... Seriously, this is my older sister and me. aziza |
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