The lantern at the doorpost
of my grandmother’s house
has a curious carving of leaves
like the ones from the stories
I said an elf made it
in his house on the hills
like the one in the storybook
next to my bow-tied bear
Grandmother said it wasn’t so
It was just like the ones in the valley below
but I never believed her, I never could
with so much magic in me
I don’t think I should