If I were your fairy godmother,
I wouldn’t have to wield a wand for my spell.
I’d tell you that you shimmer
brighter than stardust,
glimmer more gallantly than
glass slippers.
You are more dazzling
than ten thousand treasure-filled tiaras.
If I were your fairy godmother,
I wouldn’t have to magically mold a pumpkin coach.
I’d tell you your wings
are well woven for flight,
constructed from the
compassion of your heart.
They’ll carry you to
whatever destination you desire.
If I were your fairy godmother,
I’d tell you fables and fairy tales are for children.
But you are a phenomenal woman
with the kindness of storybooks,
the courage of heroines,
the might of mystical dragons,
And the intelligence
and resilience
to conjure your very own
Ever After.
