FAIRIES IN MY GARDEN

FAIRIES IN MY GARDEN

By Frances Harris

Sometimes on my greyest days, the daisies in my garden,

Look so sweet, reminding me, there’s fairies down below them,

I don’t tell, because they’re small, so fragile I might hurt one,

They’ve lived in there for fifty years and no one else has seen them,

The first I found had tattered wings, a bird had tried to eat it,

I picked it up and brushed its wings and held it close, to warm it,

It was so cold, I thought it died; then one eye slowly opened,

It flew right up to kiss my cheek, that fairy from the garden,

Then it smiled and waved to me, there was no fear and trembling,

Before it went I asked its name, the fairy smiled and told me,

I am the one who wears the crown; they call me Bisha Regal,

You won’t regret the day we met, just call out if you need me,

The years went by; I never saw a fairy in my garden,

My hair is white, my eyesight weak, I couldn’t find my house keys,

I dropped my purse, it all spilled out, then I couldn’t find them,

I bent right down, the sun was low, and then I dropped my glasses,

I called so loud to listening ears, but no one seemed to hear me,

Then I recalled that day I saw; a fairy in my garden,

She’s surly gone by now I thought, but then she said to ask her,

I took the chance and called her name, and waited for an answer,

A rustling once, a rustling twice, the queen and all her subjects,

Little lights with fluttering wings; spread out in all directions,

When they returned, the whole of them, lit bright and smiling faces,

And in their hands they carried high the sum of my belongings,

The queen came by and waved to me, dropping golden sprinkles,

I thanked the one who promised me, to come in case of trouble,

She waved her arms above her head; the fairies went to follow,

And from that day I’ve never seen, a fairy in my garden.