(by Demi, age 10)

My eldest, as did her sisters, grew up on
fairy tales and imaginative stories, so I am
honored to be portrayed fairylike in her poem.

Like a fairy you once were,
Flitting by the forest creek.
Being near a flower so dear.
The small forget-me-not

Our mother then you came to be
Megan, Jill, Elspeth, and me
and thank you, thank you e'er so much
that you have borned us all.

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