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I dreamed last night Amelie came back to me.
She came running into my arms and I held her warm little body close to me and she laughed.
But she’ll never come back to me.
Child of my heart.
We had her at her best
A time of innocence
First steps, first words, so much to learn.
A time of love.
Of sunshine and laughter.
Of blue skies and daisy chains.
Of fairy forests and made-up tales.
Walks in the lane and splashing in the puddles.
Playing shops and dancing and swinging under the hazel tree.
Through her eyes the world became a magic place
We walked in the woods, she glimpsed the fairy’s wings
She played with my jewellery, she called them “lovely things”
The wood became a jungle
We voyaged far and wide
Our boat a washing basket, the grass the sea outside.
She never belonged to us, always on loan
No less the pain of parting
Sorrow like a stone
Time passes fast; she’ll grow and change
To me she stays the same
A fairy child of two years old
On whom I have no claim
I see her in the garden, I hear her on the stairs
She peeks in through the window
Finds me unawares
The final time I saw her
I didn’t know it was the last
A kiss, a wave, and she was gone
Torn from me for all of time
And she’ll never come back to me
Child of my heart