Tale Weaver #248 – At the Bottom of the Garden – 7th November

For some reason I can’t even get the picture loaded from a screen shot. I will continue to try. If I don’t the picture is almost of an angel type fairy with lights glowing closer to the ground around her. It is almost eerie, as if she is floating above a misty graveyard. Well, that is my take! Lol!

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Ian’s Wife

Once upon a time in a land far away 

There lived a lady fairy, in wind her dress did sway. 

She had a lovely garden where all seemed new and bright 

The only thing that happened were souls came out at night. 

She stayed to tend her roses and her blossoms bright and pink 

She talked to them to make them grow, ignoring makes them shrink. 

At the bottom of the garden a little tree did grow 

From where her husband lay in death, only she did know. 

He was a sweet and humble man, a kiss for her each day 

He was so sick and fragile the night he passed away. 

And now the fairy wonders if her tree will grow real tall 

For in her garden weeds are few and insects very small. 

Tonight she flies to say hello to her only love in life 

Unable to remember how it was to not be Ian’s wife.  

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