NavajoBirdsong

The young girl runs silently screaming from the garden Catching her breath, she gasps to her mother "There are fairies at the bottom on the garden…" "I couldn't move, I couldn't call…" Her mother turns and only sees excitement "That's nice dear, how lovely…" Congratulating herself on having a daughter with such imagination "Come! Sit – and draw them for me…" In her minds eye she is Already reorganising the front of the fridge front Already casually pointing out the drawing Simpering in the admiring looks and agreements from coffee morning friends As she lightly retells the tale Of her imaginative dau