Monday's Child

Illustration by Margaret Tarrrant

Image provide by Monday's Child

"On the wings of fairies"
My favorite Nurse would say
"On the wings of fairies,
Your Prince will come, One Day."

I'd roll my eyes, sigh, and smile
(For I knew what she would say)
They were words she'd often whisper,
Ever since that fateful day.

You see, when I was but a Princess
In the middle of my youth
I was given terrible news
Which I took as the truth.

"I'm sorry, My Dear, to tell you"
(You know how those medics can be)
"But you, My Dear, are barren,
I'm afraid there will be no baby."

I screamed and cried and threw a fit
(Although no one would know it)
My faithful Nurse right by my side
Calm, through every bit.

And thus the days passed into years
Until Coronation Day
When I became my Kingdom's Queen
And my Nurse had this to say:

"On the wings of fairies
Your Prince is coming soon.
On the wings of fairies
Trust your heart, Love, not your womb."

I looked at her, startled
(For this was something new)
And all of the sudden, behind her
A flash of magic grew.

I choked on a cloud of fairy dust
Wiping glitter from my eyes
And in my heart I felt a flutter
Like a contraction from the skies.

Then on my lap I felt a weight
Gentle, soft and bright
My Baby was right before me
Filled with heavenly light.

And as I gasped for my first breath,
He drew into me
A child, for whom the whole Kingdom
Will soon call Majesty.

On the wings of fairies
(But only for those who believe)
On the wings of fairies
My Prince, has come, to Be.

- KVV


The above was written for Monday's Child, a weekly challenge blog which asks those who are interested to write a children's verse, story or poem in response to an image provided.