Dear Tinker, Tinker, Tinkerbelle,
Can’t you come and sit a spell?
To spin a yarn and fairy tale,
where imaginations dare to dwell,
of mountaintops and old thimbles?
Oh, dear Tinker, do tell…..
Lite upon this soft maple leaf –
steal my mind like a tiny thief –
run away through the doors
or the gates of Heaven’s moors….
show me colors so worldly wise –
and clouds so soft within the skies…
Fly dear Tinker, through the stars
leaving such trails of glitter.
But won’t you please, this awful day,
take sister’s hand for one last play?
Show her love and gladfulness,
release her awkward bashfulness –
tell her of our happiness –
that she shall soar away.
And watch over her, dear tinker,
until such day should come,
that brother and I may join her,
in God’s wonderland……
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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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