We knew you as Eve
and to my young eyes
When they handed out grandmothers
I got the prize
A weaver of tales
and a spinner of yarns
Your words had me spellbound
like magical charms
A tale of two creatures
was a favourite of mine
So I knew it by heart
by the time I was nine
A vain white rabbit
and a dim-witted mole
Were abruptly acquainted
when she fell in his hole
She begged him for help
so he prayed for her soul
Whilst her beautiful fur
slowly blackened like coal
Decades have passed
since we last saw your face
But your wonderful stories
leave an indelible trace
To those who loved you
As dearly as me
These treasures now form
Your legacy
Copyright © Claire-Louise Osorio, 2020
It reminded me a little of this..
ReplyDeleteTook some finding..(2nd link down)..
http://faeriefae.50megs.com/who_will_help_a_fairy.htm
Hello Willie. It's lovely to know that you still follow my blog. I wonder if my grandmother based her story on this as elements of it are similar, although there was no mention of a fairy. What I remember most was her wonderful voice - she knew how to bring a story alive by using her intonation - as she described the rabbit floundering in the hole, preoccupied by the filthy state of her beautiful white fur.
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