Playful faerie or naughty nymph,
Visits me to steal my oomph.
A poke in the ribs, or even a kick,
Whenever she arrives she’ll pull a trick.
No foreboding a sense of fun,
Shows me that she’s just begun.
A powerhouse of such energy.
Woken from slumber so I can see.
Making her point with all her might,
She won’t give up without a fight.
Occasionally I think she would
Speak to me if I knew she could.
Got me again the cheeky Tink,
Making me just stop and think.
Jumping up onto the bed,
Trailing hand upon my head
Not worried by her I have no fear,
Just letting me know that she’s near.
She dances round the room so bright,
Leaving behind her a trail of light.
Bounces around and off the wall,
Hope she doesn’t break and fall.
And with this chaos I often gasp,
Which makes me stop to ask.
Laying here I will often yearn,
To find what it is I have to learn.
As I lay in my bed wide awake
When darkness leaves for daybreak.
Sprinkled a little faerie dust,
So that in her I will trust.
Again I will check at my side,
For my ever present little guide.
Playful faerie, my Tinkerbell,
Skips off again without farewell.
