Mistica Chronicles

Welcome to Issue 34

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Love's Child

My dear momma told me
I was their precious bloom
And she and daddy hold me
With daily care and groom.

They made my hair of golden
Sun Flowers, Oats and Wheat
Eyes, for the days of olden,
Forget-me-nots so sweet.

The red of rose and cherries
They conjured for my lips
And for my ears, the fairies
Have given rainbow drips.

The best though, saved just for my heart,
They planted love, to touch and grow.
From both their souls they took a part
And just for that I'm grateful so...