Long before the world decided
We should change the words we speak,
I was a young girl in a different place,
Innocent and meek.
Hatred of our fellow man
Was something I didn’t know.
I skipped and sang, and danced around,
My favourite doll in tow.
Hours we spent together in play,
My secrets she all knew.
She stayed with me a long, long time
‘Till her presence I outgrew.
She slept a while in my bottom drawer
All tucked away and waiting
Until the day I was made aware
She looked like the ones we were hating.
My sadness grew. I loved her still
But I was told to let her go.
I gave her to my cousin so
More loving times she’d know.
I wept at parting with my friend.
I’d hoped she would be a toy
That my own dear children
Would cherish and enjoy.
I vowed I’d raise my children to love,
And teach them a better way.
Thank God, I’ve never heard those words
From them to this very day.
(For my children and grandchildren, and the many friends we’ve had over the years)