"You little witch, can never be spared,"
"What did I do, father?" I whispered.
A girl of two, naive and tiny,
never saw a glimpse of dreams so shiny.
The house was angry.
The father was mad.
The little girl counted his steps
instead of toys in her hand.
The mother was busy
with her second child—
that one a boy;
Mother's joy beguiled.
But oh! The little girl
in a red cotton dress
stood at the door
and saw her mother caress,
caress her little brother
with a strange joy.
The girl closed the door,
never did she annoy.
A house it was, strangely wild,
but never a "Home"
for that girl child.
A girl child, a girl child,
so timid and quiet—
all her battles were
fought in her mind.
A day will come when unicorns appear.
She will feed them grapes and pears,
she will leave with unicorns to a fairyland,
where she can play
and be happy on a fairy's land.
