It’s Thursday
the 8th. (1)
6 am wake-up
call - magic on the way.
A day of laughter,
happiness
And the deep love
of a beautiful friend.
Cheerful tears
from windswept eyes. (5)
Hugs with childhood
friends,
Fairies, foes,
princesses in castles.
Adulthood
forgotten; drowned out by fireworks
Home by the
stroke of midnight.
The clock strikes….it’s
Friday the 9th. (10)
