Godmother by Phyllis B. Morden

There was an old lady
Who had three faces,
One for everyday,
And one for wearing places-
To meetings and parties,
Dull places like that-
A face that looked well
with a grown-up hat.
But she carried in her pocket
The face of an elf,
And she’d clap it on quick
when she felt like herself.
Sitting in the parlor
of somebody’s house,
She’d reach in her pocket
Sly as a mouse…
And there in the corner,
Sipping her tea,
Was a laughing elf-woman
Nobody could see!


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