Wishing For a Woodcutter
She chooses her favourite party dress,
and asks for her hair to be done in bunches,
just like her uncle likes.
She tilts her head slightly to the left
and opens her eyes wide,
just like her uncle taught her.
She says “Thank you” to Mummy
and strokes her hand along Daddy’s arm,
just like her uncle showed her.
She’s been counting the days until she’s seven,
her summer birthday means she lags her friends.
Her uncle promised to show her his new shed.
She pictures it like a Wendy house.
She worries about whether her uncle
will like her new coat with the red hood.
She thinks his yellowed eyes
make him look wolf-like. She’s cast Daddy
as the woodcutter, but can’t tell anyone.