Untidy, unkempt hair
A creased muddy dress
Old socks dusty shoes
Tears running down
Her unwashed face
The child was a real mess
A kindly lady passed by
Bending down she
Whispered something
To the little girl which
Brought a smile to her
Tear stained grubby face
Happily reaching out for
Her outstretched hand
The child left only to return
Well scrubbed in clean clothes
Clutching tightly her gift
A bunch of bright red ribbons
When asked what happened
She said the lady told her that
The magic ribbons would shine
Everytime she washed her hair
And she would look as pretty as
Little Red Riding Hood
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem