(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.
This article appears in Project Censored 2023.
