of fables and those tales from the past,
of fairies and goblins and
ghosts that come to haunt one from their past.
She knew these stories, she knew them well.
Wrapped them neatly, held them tight.
Safe from the mornings
and the dead of night.
Insane you would call her,
or one would tell.
But she was wise, she knew
one day she would have kids
and a million stories to tell.