This middle reader fantasy will take you back into the World of Fairies, where children are the keepers of fairy secrets. Join Wanda Stewart as she tries to solve the mys..
you expired in my mind
like old milk
so quickly
like tarred lungs
and lost breath
of a recluse social smoker
so slowly
like an explosion --
lightning speed
if anything should have exploded
it should have been your heart
so full of love
grand is an understatement
I wish he would have gotten to meet you
the man who has captured my heart for a lifetime
much like you did when I was a child
everyone knew I was granddaddy's little girl
you're the only one he can't meet but yet
the only one that I really want him to know
we came by an address of permanence
to foreboding non-believers
who will only scream for God on their deathbeds
but we didn't grieve standing above a box of bones
under new blankets of grass
because we know you aren't there
we looked up to the sky
and as a single raindrop fell
on my beloved's head in a sunshower
you blessed our upcoming matrimony
with the love a grandfather should
there is a picture by grandma's bed
you hold the world in your hands
somehow you knew back then that my world
would not be where I planted my feet
but it was where I was to go
my roots were to flourish from an acorn to a tree
a caterpillar to a butterfly
without a cocoon