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My Fairy Child
JB (30/03/1970 / England)

My Fairy Child

She dances in the autumn sun light
her flaxen hair all a glow
her eyes wide and innocent
full of wonder and delight
no sound but laughter passes her lips
no sorrow will you see in her face
no tears but those of joy will flow
her skin is clear like pale moon light
and as soft as an evening breeze
a kiss from her is gentle as the early morning mist
an embrace from her feels like warm sun upon the skin
her silvery laughter is like a sweet chattering stream
clean and clear and pure
Today is a good day for no blight has come her way

She huddles in the corner hiding in the dark
her flaxen hair all wild and pulled across her face
her eyes wide with fright confusion and fear
no sound but shrieks and cries will passes her lips
no joy will you see in her face
no tears but those of rage will flow
her skin is blotched and hot like a raging inferno
a kiss from her is like a bite from an injured fox
an embrace from her feels like a vice like gripe of terror
her manic laughter is like white water rapids
fast, furious and wild
Today is a bad day for blight has come her way

Our world confuses my fairy child
our rules she cannot comprehend
one day she will walk back through the veil
back to were she belongs
where she can weave her magic
safe in her fairy world
until then by my side she will stay
and with the power of a mothers love
I will try with all my might
To shield her from her plight.

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Comments (3)

This is so beautiful, you have captured a roller coaster of emotions, yours and your daughters all in one poem. It must be so hard on the bad days, and so rewarding on the good ones. What powerful words.
You are a GREAT mom. i mean great, i wish i had a mom like you. for people only told me i was stupid and since i was in texas they paddled me to. i would have outburst, and they seemed logically sound. then with the punishment, i felt i should not be around. i do not see your childs fear the same as mine. because you are a damn good mom your tears will cease with time. and you hold you child close even when you think she doesn't care. for if she has a blanking stare, confused and wants to bang her head. please hug her and tell her you love her.
Wow, it must be so frustrating to see your child struggle this way. I feel your pain. God bless, Sincerely, Mary