In the coldness of a November night,
When the full moon shone with silvery light,
I gave birth to a fairy foundling girl
Of violet eyes and finely-spun gold curls.
A sea nymph building castles on the shore,
A petulant teen trouncing out the door,
Tugged at my heart on her first day at school,
Unravelled my soul on a spinning spool,
Put tears in my eyes when she left our home,
Eager to have adventures of her own.
Now someone else loves her as much as I,
Who wants to keep her safe and make her smile.
I can still see her giggling on a swing;
He only gets a glimpse of my changeling.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016