I often make toys for favourite people - this dolly reminded me of a poem written for a favourite niece, some time ago.
RED
Red is supposed to be
fiery tempered
liable to catch alight
at any time, smouldering
heat just waiting
to ignite – right?
That’s on the outside…
Her surface simmers
but inside she’s easily hurt,
has no confidence and
feels fat when she isn’t.
She just wants to be
loved for who she is.
Wants someone to see
past her red hair and
the stereo typing.
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2011
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A touching poem . . . I hope your niece is doing well these days.
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Thank you for reading and commenting, Liz. She grew into a wonderfully confident, high-achieving grown-up, contributing to our future. (I am very proud of her.)
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You’re welcome, Frances. I’m very glad to hear it!
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