A Child sleeps, while fairies come to her room and start singing...

Late at night
my baby is asleep.
Lights are dim
above her crib.

Windows mostly closed
but they managed to fit.
Airy, small, angel wing fairies
entered her room.

Their wings, soft petals,
their dance in tune.
Flying around each corner,
spreading magic, peaceful love.

They hold hands like ballerinas
and open their hearts
to sing a midnight lullaby,
so tender, so soft
only babies could hear it.

I hear a whisper, and wonder
if my baby needs comfort.
So I entered her room
and leaned over her crib.

There she was
dreaming of angels,
and on her delicate face,
the smile of a little child.

Little I knew
that she could still hear
the fairies' song inside her dreams.

To my Louriana, January 19, 2003
Mommy, Roxana Reyes Davis
copyright.2003