Tell me I'm clever
Tell me I'm kind,
Tell me I'm Talented,
Tell me I'm cute,
Tell me I'm sensitive,
Graceful and wise,
Tell me I'm perfect--
But tell me the truth.


I made myself a snowball
As perfect as could be.
I thought I'd keep it as a pet
And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas
And a pillow for its head.
Then last night it ran away,
But first---it wet the bed.


They say I have my fathers nose
My grandpa's eyes
My mother's hair
Could it be that my behind's
The only thing that's really mine?



Anoniem  

Faery Poem

The Faeries awake each day
to greet the scented garden air.
They love to play at
the bottom of the garden
amongst the flower beds.
Here they are busy with
faery tea parties and
collecting blooms.

"It is as close as the harvest moon in the
evening sky, as distant as dream on wakening;
near as a rainbow, and so remote you could
walk forever and never reach it."

--Author Unknown--