Poem for a Seven-Year-Old

Tessa at Night

by

 Grandma Baadsgaard

Happy birthday Tessa. I love you so.

You are a dream come true.

When the blue moon rises over the mountain

And all the wee people have gone to bed

It is time for the sprites to come alive

Where elves and fairies are led

To a place in the night where the cherubim roam

And the flying buttresses lie

Where all the children’s dreams are sent

To the place where they light by and by

Then all the blackness is swirled away

And the bright stars begin to shine

As all the world basks in slumber

Multitudes of bright jewels are thine

For children are the magic of the night

And their wishes are my command

And their hopes are the makings of castles

And their visions appear in the sand

For when the wee one’s eyes are closed

And the nippers nod in repose

The forests and mountains sway in twilight

And the mystics will never close

The guardians of the progenies stand tall

For active duty at your bed

And keep you safe in slumber

Until morning comes again as said

Then when the sun rises over the mountain

And all the wee people flee

You’ll know it is time to awaken

To the promise you are meant to be