A Love Poem

  The Fairy Wish


May the fairies dance on your wedding cake

An apology for the tooth they didn’t take

As they weave a single marriage knot

Of  joy and love for the tooth they forgot.


If you look for them by candlelight

You may find them in the garden at night.

But never tell them that eyes sparkle red

Or they’ll not dance about your bed.


Send them with the wee ones fearful and small

To borrow an egg from from the neighbor’s hall.

The fairies will dance about their feet

And return them safely down the street.


Never forget to tell them true

About the fairies that belonged to you.

How they always watch over little girls

With sky blue eyes and golden curls.


And when you both are old and gray

May the fairies still come ‘round to play.

Believe in them and they will see

That all is well with Robert and thee.

Yes, I actually wrote a little poem that I allowed somebody else to see.  This poem was for my niece on her wedding day.  She was a beautiful little girl of five years when her family moved to our town.  She had never been away from her parents overnight.  She was afraid to walk up the street by herself.  I eventually persuaded her to walk the two houses up from mine to “borrow an egg” (prearranged with the neighbor, of course).

Once while we were driving in the car, she said some harmless “bad” word.  I told her never to say that because her parents would think she got it from me.  Without missing a beat, she said, “No, they won’t.  My daddy says that and his eyes sparkle red!”  She was such a delightful, bright and clever little thing.

When her parents went out of town for a few days, she remained behind with me.  We were swimming at the pool.  She ran around the diving board toward me.  She was looking down and did not see the board.  She splatted right into it mouth first.   A loose front tooth went flying into the pool.  Some kids tried to retrieve it with no luck.  I told her not to look at herself in the mirror because, by the time we got home, her lips were swelled beyond recognition.  She looked.  And she screeched big time.   She was more upset about the lost tooth.  I promised to write a note to the tooth fairy explaining the situation.  I forgot.  Two nights I forgot.  I finally remembered, and she got her reward for the lost tooth.  And, that’s what the little poem was about.

Susie and Her Son, Collier

30 Comments on “A Love Poem

    • Thank you, Lance. Susie is a dear child to me. She was such a funny, bright, and clever child. She’s a wonderful woman too.


    • Susie is such a sweet girl. She has two beautiful children of her own now. She was five years old when all of those things happened. What a funny little girl she was. She kept me laughing with her clever retorts. Glad you liked it.


  1. precious…i loved the red eyes as I interpreted it to mean that if one stays awake too long looking for the fairy their eyes become red and that clues the fairy not to come.


    • Michael, you didn’t read the explanation at the bottom. Susie’s dad swore and “his eyes sparkled red”, she said, when I told her not to say a “bad” word. She was five years old then. Every part has some childhood event associated with it. Just a little ditty to amuse her.


    • I don’t know. I adored Susie, but that was easy. She was such a wonderful child.


  2. I love that poem! What an amazing wedding gift to your niece! A handcrafted gift is a priceless treasure indeed. I have a quilt given to me on my wedding day from my precious Aunt Teenie (got to love those nicknames). It’s getting old and treadbare in places now, but I wouldn’t trade it for any amount of money and it’s only gift out of hundreds that I remember getting. 🙂


    • Lori, I adore that child. She has two children of her own now. She will always be that little girl to me. She is just as sweet now as she was then. I wanted to remind her of things she said and what happened when she came to live in our town when she was five years old. Glad you liked it.


  3. This is sweet, George. You are a really great storyteller. I always enjoy, and look forward to the next post. Do keeping sharing your stories, and don’t stop writing your poems.


    • Thank you, Naomi. I don’t write poems. I just wrote this little thing for Susie about when she was a child. It was a fun thing for her wedding.


  4. a few things:

    1. you said something about actually sharing a poem. are you a little shy about that? oh silly. it’s a very cute thing you wrote.

    B. this line: But never tell them that eyes sparkle red. let’s see, i assume the eyes of the fairie sparkle red, but the line suggests that all eyes sparkle. can we play with it? maybe, “but don’t let them know their eyes sparkle red.” maybe? unless you’re counting a certain number of syllables. no, both have 10. oh well. just trying something.


    • Oh, I was reminding her of what she said when she was five years old. It was an exact quote. That’s what she actually said. She was so funny. Every one of these references is to something that happened or to something she said as a child. Only she knew what they were. The whole little ditty was just for fun.


    • That’s the nicest award I ever received, Nia. You are too good to me! Thank you.


  5. Oh my goodness!!! I had forgotten all about this. I’ll send the post to Susie; I know she’ll love it!! No wonder she always adored you!!


    • I always adored Susie, as you know. I miss her. I think that’s why I remembered about the little ditty. I thought this was such an adorable photograph of Susie and Collier. She was pregnant with Cate then, I think. I don’t have a current photograph of any of them.


  6. Oh, George, there is something magical about this to me. I’m so delighted that you have shared both the poem and the story. What a wonderful photograph of your niece and her son! I can only imagine that she must have been very touched by your poem.


    • Thanks, Jared. You read it before I added the photo of Susie and her son, Collier. I couldn’t find a photo of her wedding. I do not share my dumb little poems! Now, that’s asking for too much humiliation even for shameless old me. This was just a fun thing to remind Susie of when she was a sweet little girl who was such a delight for me. I have no idea why I even remembered it. I was surprised that I still had a Word document of it.


      • They’re beautiful. Priceless.

        I wish you’d reconsider. I don’t see anything embarrassing about poetry. I mean, if I can be comfortable posting the sappy junk that I do, you should certainly feel no humiliation. And they’re not dumb! This is great : D


        • Okay, Jared. I promise to post ONE more. It’s a haiku about the death of my husband. Now, that’s it. I don’t write poetry anymore. I used to when I was young like you. I threw it all away. I throw too many things away, I suppose. I threw away a short piece I wrote in a college writing course about my grandfather’s farm that I genuinely wish I had kept.



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