red velveteen wouldn't the rosebuds wish to be
thought the little girl colouring endlessly
in the afternoon while her mama
listened from the kitchen.
red velveteen.
it feels the same
indoor as out
she sang brightly of bright petals
all afternoon
red velveteen
why wouldn't Cinderella
choose that very shade
I would if I were her she sang
and wouldn't you sing
on a rainy, rainy afternoon
red velveteen
red velveteen
with a scattering of tiny pearls
if you were her?
mary angela douglas 19 january 2014
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