Phriday ~Phaiga~ 2/8/13
Not really a Phaiga, technically, but I made up that word and besides, I couldn’t resist.
It does have a poem accompanying a picture, so, in my book, it qualifies.
A guest poster this week. She’s now writing poetry.
The Butterfly That Cried
Oh, the butterfly who cried
nobody heard her because she was inside.
as the fairies lied
in the spot where she hides.
Only one fairy heard her,
the fairy that read to her,although,
she was happy on the inside.
—Magpie Sage (transliterated by me, her dad)
If you’re wondering about the weird phonetic spelling, she’s seven and she’s in a French language immersion program so she tends to blend French sounds with English.
Have a very Phaerie Phriday!