Mean The World To Him Poem by Louise Tredoux

What fun we had last night, how great
to fall asleep on Rudi’s breast, instead
of lying awake all night, told him of my
plans to construct a fairy grotto
with some craggy rocks and
driftwood I had found

Told him the story of the magic fairy who
would live in it – did not get very far, his
kisses took my breath away, he said I
could be his magic creature if I wanted
to, it was so easy to enchant him,
seems he likes everything
nature’s offering

I love his voice, his attitude, his eyes, his
hands, his hair, his whispers in the night,
his magic touch, his encouragement, I’m
overpowered by his acceptance of my
ideas that used to drive my father wild,
that made me feel like
an unwanted child

Rudi makes me feel as if my thoughts
mean the world to him…