'I Do Believe In Fairies'

'I do believe in fairies,' said the little wide-eyed girl
As the grown-ups turned away and laughed, to leave her to her world.
'It's imaginary,' they said and shook their heads, 'just child's play,'
'All the children do it; she'll grow out of it someday.'
The girl turned away in a daze, and whispered to the air,
'Don't worry, I believe in you. I'll always know you're there.'
The fairies heaved a sigh of relief, and flew on their merry way
Flitting and fluttering to the meadow, to start the evening's play.
The girl followed, her eyes fixed on the magical beings prancing
And among the tall flowers, and fading sun, joined them in their dancing.
'I do believe in fairies,' said the sixth grade wide-eyed girl
The children laughed and knocked her down, and broke her necklace pearls.
'You're a freak,' they'd chant as they walked about the halls
Everywhere she went, only cruel faces lined the walls
The girl just smoothed hair in place, closed her eyes and shook her head
And to the fairies next to her, 'I feel sorry for them,' she said.
'I do believe in fairies,' said the wide-eyed high school girl
'She's psycho,' came the whispers and the rumours began to whirl.
'She's weird, quiet, a daydreamer, probably cuts herself too,
She should be in therapy until she acts like normal people do.'
The girl just sighed and turned her head back to her story writing
'They're missing out,' she said to the fairy, on her desk alighting.
'I do believe in fairies,' said the wide-eyed college girl,
The people smirked and laughed a bit, 'Her mind's a little swirled.'
They didn't pick on her, but left her on her own
The girl spent her days going through the motions all alone.
'I do believe in fairies,' said the starry-eyed girl,
Standing next to wide-eyes and shyly toying with a curl.
'Though it means that they're my only friends and no one talks to me,
I find they are better anyway, and the best company.'
Wide-eyes looked up from her book, clearly quite confused
'Is she talking to me?' she asked, as the fairies laughed, amused
'I am,' she said, 'and I thought that maybe we could be friends too.
We can have some tea, and I'll introduce my fairy friends to you.'
Later at the coffee house, the girls exchanged the names
Of their childhood fairy-friends, and shared their fairy-games.
Starry-eyes paused then sipped her tea and said,
'I wonder why they don't believe us and think we're screwed up in the head.
See, I've often thought of those who don't see the way we do;
And I wonder why they don't think fairy-stories are true.
I think maybe fairies choose to believe in us or not.
And if they do, and we do too, then we see that lot.
But the fairies that don't believe will never breach that wall,
And the humans also who don't believe will never see at all.
So those of both kinds who choose to see are mutually blessed
Such as we here; we have each other's presence, we have it best."
Wide-eyes couldn't help but be awestruck by these words
What starry-eyes had spoken she'd never thought of and never heard.
The two girls and their fairy-friends talked 'til the sun went down
Next day, they played in a field and wove some flower crowns.
The fairies came upon the breeze, bearing treats and tea
They brought their flutes, and there they played, beneath the oaken tree
Starry- and Wide-eyed laughed, with their friends up in the air,
They danced and played for the whole day without a single care.
'I do believe in fairies,' said the wide-eyed college girl.
'So do I,' said Starry-eyes and they smiled and shared their world.