Jackson O.

My Mom spreads joy all around.

Glitter comes out of her wings.

I say she’s the princess of them all.

My Mom hovers down to me

and takes me to a place.

A place I’ve not seen before but a quiet
peaceful place.

I see more fairies but not like my Mom

she is someone special.

She starts to fly away I follow right by

her side.

I see a queen.

The queen of them all.

She says to me I’m the luckiest of them all.
The queen tells me your mother has the joy
the most joy of every person.

She is the one who is the kindest.

She happy and very thoughtful.

She the best one of them of them all.

I look at my Mom.

I was very pleased.