The Fairy Queen (Dedicated to Mum)

Her pale blue dress,
As soft as silk.
Her delicate skin,
The colour of milk.

Her elegant ways,
Wash up upon me.
I hear her voice,
A sweet melody.

Graceful but strong,
her head held high.
She enters the room,
All stop and sigh.

She picks up her gown.
Her hair, a rich brown.
She steps to the side and curtsies.
We all stand and go down into bows.

Her smile sweeps across
the room.
She announces us all
Very well groomed.

She flutters up,
Up on high.
She casts a spell
across the skies.

The heavens turn
A brilliant blue,
The clouds roll in,
So fresh and new.

She comes back down,
Down to ground.
We all applaud,
She does not sound.

She delicately glides
Out of the room.
Her work is done
For this afternoon.