Little Fairy

Crash,
a little fairy lying on the ground,
under the big oak tree.
Tears flood her eyes,
because she has found herself
in time,
alone and scared.
Your wings that once gotten you to fly,
are now as delicate as a rose in winter.
Little Fairy,
when the world is done
with you,
Remember me!
For I will be the whisper in your ear
saying that every thing will get better in time.
I will be the voice in your head telling you
“YOU CAN DO IT”
and
“I BELIEVE IN YOU”
No matter where you go
or
how far you want to get away.
Little Fairy,
you live in my heart.
Little Fairy,
just because the door close,
does not mean I do not care.
For
Little Fairy,
this chapter
in mine and yours life
is close.
But
Little Fairy,
the book will never close
because you live in my heart.
So
Little Fairy,
go out and enjoy what is out there
and when you find yourself down.
Remember me.
And that my arms are
wide open,
so fly in
every once in a while
to let me know
my little fairy
is doing ok.
Marthia May Abston