The Stolen Child (after WBY)


To the little girl
in the red dress
who lies here
who made my flight
from Frankfurt
such fun.
You didn’t deserve this.
God Bless, Chas.

They never deserve this.
New Delhi to Detroit,
a very long way away,
like the distance between now and Christmas.
They never deserve this.

Her dress is red and full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away sweet human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a posy in each hand
For the world’s more full of weeping than you should have to understand.

—Don Whittington



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