that the nature spirits called fairies are really real,
and having a hard time trying to look after the planet,
he wrote a book for children so they would know too,
and know that we need to make spaces
in polluting and destroying our home environment.
He was a wonder. His last night at home,
before he collapsed and went to hospital,
I came down with a nasty cough.
He could barely stand, yet he stood
behind my chair to lay his hands on my shoulders.
He still had the best Reiki hands.
Our friend Letitia, who knows these things,
had him picked as an earth angel.
He was feisty and funny (an angel is not a saint)
but one way and another he was in service.
He had a long talk with his daughter since passing over.
He told her he's helping young people. That'd be right.
Submitted for Wonder Wednesday #17 at Poets United This seems to me very prosey and in need of more work (though the slanginess is on purpose) but to meet the prompt I need to post this draft now. All poems here are subject to the possibility of change.