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.’