(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.