“I challenge you to write about something you were told and believed as a child.”
Thus challenged by Zoe, here is my offering.
She would not the credit share The second job for gifting faire To celebrate that night of birth Mere legend could not steal the worth Eggs were dyed and hidden round Baskets laid with sweets unfound New dress new shoes oh what a day No rabbit there could have a sway Now, lest you think deprival there Could cause a lonely childhood bare Do stay and hear this story through Of quarter-born in search of tooth She slipped beneath the window sill Flew bravely through the night most still This child yet holds within her heart That fairies always do their part © Jilly's 2016 Image found at ToothFairy.Org
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I’m glad you were thus inspired by my prompt! I enjoyed your whimsical and nostalgic poem 😊
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Wow! You had one more child-like belief than I. Your poem has a wonderful cadence… something like a remembered children’s nursery rhyme, but with an adult’s sensibilities. I really like the voice that comes through this poem!
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Thank you for reading!
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