bairnsidhe | Somedays

Some days are lace

Ribbons and bows

Sugar and spice

And everything nice

Some days are for the girl.

Some days are leather

Denim and flannel

Snips and snails

And puppy-dog tails

Some days are for the boy.

Some days are for swirling
Cotton skirts over soft leggings

Because they are also for forts

And crawling through bushes

Some days are for both.

It’s a special kind of freedom

It’s a special kind of cage

That the ever-shifting winds

Blow in who the child is today

Some days are for the fight

Against all the demands of
Steady earth-bound folk

Who don’t see why the wild

Wanders free in some spirits

Every day is for the soul.

Shifting as the flickering flame

And as steady and noble

As the ebb and flow of tides

The other element’s children

Every day is for hope.

Hope that someday
Our children's children
May be as they are
And someday be free,

To have their days too.