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Mama used
to
sit by my bed and
read me fairy tales.
I would drift slowly
off to sleep, listening,
as her soft voice
spoke of a
castle, high up in the
clouds, and of the
princess who lived there;
of an enchanted land
where fairies sang and
danced in rings and
and unicorns pranced
in fields and
an evil wizard placed a
beautiful maiden under
his spell, and a handsome
prince would rescue her.
I always fell asleep
long before she got to
"happily ever after."
Tonight, as I slowly
drift off to sleep,
I dream of enchanted
castles and fairy songs,
princes and unicorns, and
of nights long ago when
Mama used to
sit by my bed and
read me fairy tales.
(Once Upon A Time, 1993)