Fairy child of mine so fair
yer golden locks and eyes which dare
my little imp o' chereb stock
ye melt mine eyes whilst ye frolic
I know ye well and rather be
always in yer company
but oft to market I must go
to buy our bread and make our home
A cobbler be a trade so fine
with leather wrapped a gem in time
protecting tiny fairy feet
so ye can dance upon the street
Now o' darlin' child of mine
I kiss so sweet a lock of thine
Let Mummy make some pudding sweet
Of sugar plums delightful treats
Let Mummy take ye for a walk
down cobblestones of ginger rock
and oft unto the fair ye go
to see a pony blue eyes shall glow
Winds blowing gently through yer hair
the smells of popcorn, candied pears
and whence ye home my little one
filled with laughter and with fun
I'll come a walking up the path
delites to hear my wee child laugh
with impish eyes and smiles to last
my riches brought from my wee lass
Carolee Dennis-Woosley
January 21, 2013
xo Regis
from your heart..
Lady Vivian
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Jane
I bow and tip my hat to you
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Di
Stay well and keep writing
Eddy