FAIRY GODMOTHER

FAIRY GODMOTHER

Rainbow of lustrous dazzle were your eyes, you had a spring in your step once upon a time…

A joy in your bounce, a tinkle in your voice, your laughter was such a melodious chime!

Millions of stars sparkled in my eyes when I saw your face

You were my sun, my sunshine and all it's radiant rays

Yesteryears of halcyon days make me nostalgic

The old-gold eras of serene life was so majestic…

Under the pearly moon and a violet star spangled dome you told me stories so fantastic!

Over the rainbow and star-spangled heavens, is the mystical land of unicorns you told me with conviction!

Resplendent are the memorabilia I hold dear and cherish

Lustrous are the photo albums they hold a treasure in perpetual flourish

Dreary days turn into sunny summers and spring,

When the memory of your voice lilting a cheer brings.

Triumphant I'd felt with your Midas Touch,"Of course you can do it, go for it" you would vouch!

Tantrums and tempers of mine you had tolerated without a frown

Heartstrings of mine were tugged when I saw that you'd aged, silver tresses your crown!

Twilight ushered in fond memories when harmonious were our eventide full of playful glories

Everlasting is the love I have for you, your gentle fingers had always caressed away my worries…

Magic wands and fairy dust you had in a secret cache in your hand…

Even today I want to believe you were my godmother from a fairytale land!

Never will there be a another like you,

You were one in a million, now you've found your pain free freedom !

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©️ Sangeetha Kamath

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