little red

you know the friends,

the friends we wake up in the middle of the night about,

the friends I bite my nails because of,

the friends that need the most hugs,

the friends that moved away in kinder and you just knew they would be back in time for third,

with little brothers, cousins and sisters

the look

of giant melty eyes that say,

“Love me, teach me, listen to me”,

I stare at the ‘red data‘,

knowing there is much more than just this pin point on a graph,

there is a soul that drips red,

moved, tossed about and out,

into my room,

into my heart,

I love red…

I will secretly read to you, so you will learn about love.

We will laugh and delight in song and verse.

The words will become lovely to you my little rosy friend

,

I promise patience and because of that

you

will bloom with our books,

and someday,

you may grow and remember

how it felt to be red… and loved… and then you will

change

another

and another

and many lives

by giving the blessing of a book and

red has become

fragrant

tender, and soft

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