by Brendan Strong
#LibLit Number 3 (for me) A fairy; Callow
More about #LibLit here, on Shannon Wendt’s blog (one of the best named blogs I’ve come across)
She flits from flower to leaf
Her presence only brief
To catch her you must release the grief –
From what they call real life.
But hold her in your mind’s eye –
And she’ll get you through all strife.
She flits from time to time
Through your dreams, into your mind
She reminds you of the magic
That helps you through the tragic.
She is the callow fairy
I like to keep her near me
To forget the cynics and the cruelty
To recall what my daughters teach me.