Fairy Dust
Silently, I tip-toe to touch
The soft angel-face I love so much
Each whispered kiss releases me
From the present into eternity
Then I so blessed as my child brings
His sleepy arms about me linked
Like softly folded gossamer wings.
Then lifted up, he enfolds my yearning
Scattering my illusions of need, burning…
Into Fairy Dust
With tight hug and wide-eyed trust
He offers me his simple truth
“I love you mom”
Oh precious gift, my lovely son.