One day quite by accident
Discovered I, a treasure chest
A lipstick, a mirror, a vial of glass
That opened to a fairy dance
In a garden full of roses.
The glittery pink purse of treasures
With many exciting hidden pleasures
A pretty pot of rouge so small
A tiny splotch turned me into a doll!
Oh, how magical is this bounty.
What else are you hiding, purse?
In your little pockets, or worse
in thin folds, intricately placed
Pretty cards with Mommy’s name
Calling whom, I wonder.
Varuni Fernando 