Listen to the poem
Fairy Queen
Seventeen still caught between
Possible futures still not seen
The impetuous girl, wild and free
And the woman I was meant to be.
Beyond the thick veneer of fear
I couldn’t hear
The gentle whisper in my ear,
That you were destined to be here.
That all there was to do was trust
For you were made of fairy dust
Your tiny being, baby’s smell and fingers curled
They changed my world
My heart unfurled.
To the sweetness of your laughter
The completeness that came after
It is no wonder
That friends and neighbors near and far
Clamored to hold this fairy star
So I grew up as you grew up
Discovering, uncovering
The mysteries of life together
My soul, found and bound in love forever.
Blossoming before my eyes
A thoughtful, cautious discerning creature
my greatest teacher
From ballerina, to barbazon, to serving on the force
An artisan and master of, staying on the course.
Rational, purposeful, directional and wise
Elegant, intelligent
A warrior for women’s rise.
Serious, curious, generous, smart
Your naturally kind resplendent heart
Attached no strings, for all these things
And so you earned your fairy wings
There is no greater gift, nor cause for pride
Than the light that comes from deep inside
Your gigantic heart and precious soul
It radiates without control.
You’ve multiplied that gift by five
And bless their lives
With structure, grace and love declared
Your fairy garden’s secrets shared
As the magical vortex pulls us forward
Always know you are supported
In all the desires you ever ordered.
Bigger and bigger dreams, I wish for you
They’ll pull you through
So please be bold, you’re in the fold
The Universe turns everything you touch to gold
My joy, my bliss, my life you are
My fairy dust, turned fairy star
And in my dreams I have seen
Your fairy garden so pristine
Is ruled with love, for you have been
Ordained and crowned the Fairy Queen
Fairy Queen Poem & Painting Reveal
The Story of Fairy Queen
Cristy came to me to make a gift for her daughter Trina for her birthday. She had given birth to her when she was just seventeen years old. Now her only child has 5 children of her own, is a juvenile probation officer and is someone who has dedicated her life to helping women excel. Cristy recounted the days of her own youth and what a wild and free spirit she was. Finding herself pregnant at such a young age terrified her. But the moment Trina was born all there was was the magnificence of her. All these years later she remembered her tiny fingers, her smell, her laughter and how her own heart just exploded with joy to be this tiny baby’s mother. She remembered it as if it were yesterday. Trina was such a sweet, beautiful and happy baby that everyone wanted to hold her. Cristy would take a nap and wake up to find her baby was gone. “Where’s my baby??” she would cry out. Little Trina was always safe with some neighbor or friend who stopped by just to spend a little time with her. Cristy was such a young mother that they literally grew up together. But they were very different. Cristy, a rebellious rule breaker, wild and free. Trina, a serious, studious follower of all the rules. But it has always been her beautiful heart, her kindness and the light she emanates that really melted her mothers heart.
The interview was almost over but I still wanted something more. Most of what we had gathered seemed very serious and I was concerned the poem would turn out kind of heavy. I asked Cristy if there was anything Trina liked that was on the whimsical side.
She thought about it and then exclaimed how much Trina has always loved and still loves fairies! I certainly could work with that. We decided right then and there on the fairy theme.
When the poem was complete, I went to work on planning the painting. I had a whole sketch worked out. It was a daytime scene of a fairy garden. A fairy sat on a mushroom and big flowers surrounded her. Her fairy house built in a tree was on one side and the sun shone down from the sky.
I started to paint but found myself painting a moon in a dark sky. “Well I can still have the bottom of the canvas look as planned” I mused “it will just be night instead of day”. But then I started painting water and before I knew it everything had changed. The only thing that remained was the fairy house in the tree on the left side. This is how things tend to go and I have learned not to fight it.
After finishing the painting, I found out that Trina has a great love of water, and that the painting I painted looked similar to a night scene (without the fairy) that Trina herself had painted years ago.
The painting hangs in Trina’s home office. My hope is that it will forever be a reminder for Trina of the depth of joy she brings to her mom and how very loved she is.