A poem about a grandfather and his four-year-old granddaughter. |
"Grandpa, are fairies for real? Mommy reads me books about fairies, but I've never seen a fairy." The grandfather so needs to answer carefully, not to forever damage his four-year-old granddaughter's childhood belief in magic and wonder. "Yes, fairies fly over all the waters and lands of the world. They hide under "ferns and flowers during the daylight hours so that no one sees them. They only appear at dark to display their magical powers. To light their way, they keep a lantern near. "So they won't be discovered, they turn on their lights just for short intervals of time. From afar, their flashes mimic the well-known pattern of the firefly - a strategy sublime. "That way, you never can know for certain whether it's a fairy or firefly you see. A fairy can fly close by, with a wide grin, knowing that undetected she will be. "Therefore, yes, sweetheart, fairies are as real as fireflies are." Grandpa escaped the horns of his dilemma, or so he had begun to feel. Then, "Thanks, Grandpa. What about unicorns?" Please check out my ten books: http://www.amazon.com/Jr.-Harry-E.-Gilleland/e/B004SVLY02/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 |