The Cycle of Life
A small yet famous fairy sits among pink flowers interrupted by purple and green. It is small, yet special. Its back is black with a felt covered extension that doesn’t quite support its weight. The center is a rectangular hollow. A newborn babe dressed in blue, fists gathered tightly by a round face, thin dark hair crowning over big dark eyes, lays on a white background. The whole package rests gently on the corner of the white built-in bookshelf over my head.
I look to my right at the thick dark hair crowning over big blue eyes, his body lean and tall as he removes the cover from my mattress, tosses my pillows to the floor, and wraps himself in my quilt. He bounces once, twice, then drops the quilt to the floor, wrapping the sheet around his body, and making vampiric faces as he opens it like a cape. I look back at the small newborn babe, so innocent on the white, and smile.
Life is good and I am blessed.