Fairy Angel

For my beautiful girl who is everything we imagined – and more.

She is two
And talks like a poet
All flight of fancy
And careful fact

“this is my cup
you will fill it
I will have cordial”

“I am a fairy angel”
she says

And I am a filler of cups
And even when I am diluted
To one quarter strength
She cannot get enough

She will drink me all in
Until she fills and runs over
Then I will be a fairy angel
And she will be a strong as
A water fall

mikaela Castledine © 1996


About Mikaela

I am an artist and writer living in the Perth Hills
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