So small


It is already morning as Rose wakes up again

Mama calls from down the stairs. ‘Come on girly,

its time to get things done.’ As she gets out of bed

she thinks, that’s strange. I didn’t see her leave,

but she isn’t here, so I reckon she’s gone.


She was really here, I saw her myself.

Would she perhaps …? She looks into the space

between here bed and wall. ‘What are you looking for?’

‘A little fairy, mum, she was here last night.

She was tired from flying and oh, she was so small.’










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