A Fairy Child on the Brink of Womanhood

woman wearing fairy costume
She dwells in secret, contemplating her destiny

A mere child, but she’s seen 1000 seasons.

She lives forever in the mists of obscurity

Immersed in nature, learning all the reasons

For spring, summer, fall, winter for eternity.

She grows slowly and knows Mother Nature;

Her Mother, goddess, friend,  who nurtures

Her to womanhood to become one with infinity…

by Deborah A. Bowman

18 thoughts on “A Fairy Child on the Brink of Womanhood

      1. I know. I guess I keep thinking it can’t get worse, and then it does. I’m weak, my twin. Going to call my mom tomorrow and tell her I’m not coming home for Christmas. Just can’t do it this year. I was going to be alone, but ended up inviting all the widows in my building, which is everyone, to my place for Christmas. I’ll be playing Christmas songs on my piano. If I can help someone else, I’ll be happy. It’s what I’m made of, Twin. ☺

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  1. What an incredibly beautiful poem! Deborah expressed such a power rite of passage for every woman in a few words. Thanks for sharing, Colleen! Hope you had a fantastic Christmas!! Onward to a new year! Hugs!

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