A call goes out within the hour,
to all Fairies on the fly;
a child has lost a baby tooth,
alarm sounded from her cry.
Late that night I fly quietly,
straight under your door;
kiss your cheek; bless your gums,
to protect you ever more.
Your precious tooth now lifted,
securely strapped onto my back;
Then a shiny coin I present,
from within my treasure sack.
When you wake tomorrow morn,
You will find that golden coin,
it’s not your parent, who placed it,
it was I, a Fairy born.
If you should wake to hear the wings,
of an annoying mozzie,
be careful it may well be me,
dressed up in my new cozzie.
A Tooth Fairy looks so splendid,
in sparkling evening-wear;
matching both my golden wings,
that shimmer through the air.
You may well ask; what of my wand?
Well it spreads love just everywhere,
so that Fairy glitter or golden rainbows,
can sparkle through your hair.
If an adult enquires - re my role,
it’s a secret for you and me to keep!
But there is one thing left to tell,
what we do with your tiny teeth?
For when you next look up into,
the darkest space in the night sky,
from your baby tooth is born a star;
shining bright and oh so high.
Next time a tooth drops out,
I can tell you without a lie,
Remember, I am not far away;
so there is never need to cry.
By combining Poetry into a photograph you get POETPICS or PHOTOPOETRY.
A phrase of philosophy integrated into a photograph = PHILOETRY
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