Growing up, I went to St. Joseph's Church in NY. As I "blossomed" out of childhood and on towards adulthood, I left behind may of my childish notions about the world. I left a part of myself behind for a time, the part that believed in faeries and magick. When dragged to church one Sunday afternoon, I doodled this on the back of a choir book. Mom almost killed me when she saw I'd taken the book with me to remember the poem...