Fairytale

I in all fairness just know its a poem about fairytales

When the time came to be 

Mamma, Papa or Grandpa would read to me 

All challenged beyond what the world could see 

But that isn't all bad 

We all need to break the walls that keep castles sad 

As I grew from younglin to lad

 

Mama always wanted things to be happy 

Cheerful, Joyous and dandy 

Where the prince and princess dance gladly 

She knew happiness wasn't always concrete 

That was clear on the battlefield street 

While others begged for something to eat 

But the couldn't keep her spirits at bay 

So she would always say 

"Happiness is what you make of today." 

Papa wanted the adventure 

Always with that bright denture 

Even with the stakes against him for sure

When all was in danger 

His courage was no stranger 

And always the reminder 

Of the man with the flying carpet 

Who once was in a tarpit 

Free by courage and his adventurous merit

 

Grandpa with this reading glasses 

Never had many classes 

Knowledge given to the masses 

But the one thing he did 

That stays with me since I was a kid 

For as much as they forbid 

Is that he would give his own tale 

Of all the lives that were taken not for sale 

Many who would not see their partners in or be under the veil 

The motto he would always hold with a harden tone 

And always make sure it stayed like stone 

"Learn from the tales of those who could've flown" 

Fairytales are not all with a happy end 

But like fables from a friend 

They have a lesson they would like to send 

Author's Note

Hello everyone! Just a random poem that came into my mind. I hope you all like it.