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The Fairy Garden

For Grandma

Whispers flutter in the leaves

and I hear them tell me memories,

little snapshots seen through translucent wings,

the greying hair upon the fairy queen’s crown.

It wasn’t but an instant ago,

a blink– a beat of tiny lace wings,

that she was here among us all.

Gone—gone to her realm,

gone—vanished to her kingdom,

leaving us with mere flutters,

little whispers of a life long loved,

short in time,

a hummingbird hover,

but sweet in all that she breathed.

Life still dances on

in tiny thatched fairy huts.

-Eva M.M

Thank you all for reading and sharing your thoughts with me in the comments. This poem, in particular, is a very personal poem but even for those of you who do not know why it might be such a personal poem, I think that the emotion in it can still be understood and felt.

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”



I am a young and enthusiastic writer, fresh out of highschool and into college at IUSB. I babysit and work and live life to it's fullest. I write. I read. I do yoga. And plan to become. Yoga intructers as well. I grew up on a farm and can't,t wait to move back to the country in my tiny house I have already planned out. Sometimes I'm a little melodramatic but rarely. I'm a spiritual healer, a hopeless romantic, a book worm, and very nostalgic. Thanks for stopping by.

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