Doris Darbyshire


She surely came from Fairy Dell,
This little sprite, known as Michelle,

So keen, so bright, she weaves a spell,
We’re all enchanted with Michelle.

Her lively charm, our doubts dispel,
And gloom departs when comes Michelle.

Her quaint remarks and questions tell,
The depth of thinking in Michelle.

And so in schooling she’ll excel,
There’s joy in learning for Michelle.

Not long in infancy we dwell,
Soon, youth will claim the child Michelle.

God grant for her, all will be well,
And she’ll remain the sweet Michelle.

Notes on this poem

Written in 1979.