My Grand-daughter, bless her,
Claims - and, she is only four -
I’m a pirate-wizard-author-artist,
Sharing magical stories galore.

Of course, I do encourage her,
I so enjoy it, and I freely admit,
That pirate-wizard-author-artist,
Is indeed, such a rather good fit!

For her, I create magical wonders,
Wispy-cloud-dragons on the wing,
Turning a childish misconception,
Into a wonderful, curious, thing.

Playing games, happily dancing,
In the chance of musical chairs,
An embroidered fantasy world,
Of witches wolves and bears.

Whimsical youth is so fleeting,
Real life dawning, so very soon,
Cows give milk, as for the dish,
It never ran away with a spoon.

Toys and games become lost forever,
Passing-time is a despicable thief,
But the memories remaining, will be,
Grandfather’s riches of make-belief.

© Paul Chafer 2014