Our May Day offering to the fairies.
His eyes were round with four-year-old wonder,
choosing each little prop with care,
what should we give them,
what do they like,
are you sure they like water from the tap?
His plump little fingers delicate in their precision,
his focus absolute,
and I savour every second, remembering,
the two who are now too grown to want to be part of this,
when suddenly, through the door, there she is, eager to help,
to be part of the magic,
and I savour every second...