Imaginations of a girl
Dragons, bubbles and blonde curls
Creating a magical place
All her own
Her angel watches waiting
Motivating the child’s talents sown
In bubbles and butterflies and green moss
The smell of dirt’s mushrooming gorse
The dragon suddenly comes alive
The wave of her finger
Her angel smiles
Gifting the child’s natural endowments
A seer, a writer, a fairy princess
Must always keep her reason for existence
Sadly time and reality erase her magic
Once and artist
Her angel idly waits
Queuing patiently the child’s imaginations
©2017 BJ