Was she real? - Pauline Nind2009©UK
I woke up one morning, just before dawn,
The sun was beginning to rise
As I turned my head on my pillow
I could'nt believe my eyes.
For there at the bottom of my bed
Was a fairy brushing her hair
It shone like silver in the morning light
The fragrance of her filled the air.
As she finished she fluttered gossamer wings
She was no more than four inches high,
Flying across to my window sill
She paused, and looked out at the sky.
She turned to me and blew a kiss
I touched my cheek to feel,
Then in a moment she was gone
Did I dream it, or could she be real.