The years gone by were golden days
When as a girl, her simple ways
Allowed a pure and childlike Sight
Of all those creatures of the light.
She watched them perch on dainty flo’ers
And burst through dew in sparkling sho’ers.
She chased them through the to’ering trees
And watched them chased by birds and bees.
Their restless wings would catch the sun
And glow blood-red as day was done,
Their tinkling laughter filled the night-
Oh tiny creatures shining bright!
There was no room for doubt in mind;
Her Ma and Pa must both be blind.
Their claims she stubbornly dismissed
Of course the faeries did exist!
Naïve, her Sight was clear and true
Untainted by what adults knew.
She spent her days in careless bliss
Oh golden days that she would miss!
How quickly adolescence came
A shock of knowledge and of pain
A pinpoint prick so bittersweet
A rushing wave of rising heat
Her Sight was gone; she could not see
The darling creatures full of glee.
Her garden seemed so grey and cold
Her childhood haunts so worn and old.
She found herself on her old swing
All hung with rope, a treasured thing
She rocked and rocked and held so tight
Her swelling bump, and eyes squeezed tight
She softly wept for such a cost
Of childhood innocence always lost.