Inspired by Kristin Weber’s brief description of “magical creatures”, which was not specifically what she was writing about, but the words have not left my mind since reading her post.
We fill our lives with magical creatures.
Animals,
Friends who walk beside us,
Teachers and mentors,
Grandparents,
Parents,
Siblings,
A spouse.
They twinkle and fade.
Even a child does not stay.
Set her on her feet
Knowing
She will wander away.
Magic flies
Windborne
Settling before our eyes,
Umbrella closing—
An illusion of permanence
Cloaked in responsibility.
But every one of these beings
Sparkles
With faerie dust
And will one day go,
Maybe slowly,
Drifting away with the shifting breeze,
Or instantly,
A flash
In a storm
Leaving a bright vibration,
A bell ringing
To inspire
And respect.
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