(a mother's memory)
byCrystal D. Arbogast

I dwell in a special place
A magical land
Where heroes do battle
Daily
With monsters who would destroy
My world
If not for the deeds of mighty warriors

They hide in secret crevices
In corners, and beneath my feet
Waiting
In the shadows for their master
The sorcerer
Who brings them to life
And gives them purpose

The sorcerer also gives me purpose
He reigns supreme in this realm
Protecting
With love
Those of us who live
In the kingdom of little men