Her Red Apron
Painting #8
L'Enfant au Tablier Rouge, 1886 by Berthe Morisot
Her Red Apron
Tied to your apron strings
she wandered, wondered
wondrous things
about the snow
covered trees.
Put your mind at ease
now, once and for all.
Her young mind
is colorful and curious,
more privileged than most,
spoiled but respectful
and courteous as
a little princess
in fairy tale land.
She will dream
unlike your dreams
for her, but her own.
She shall flourish
in time, her red apron
reflecting the color
of her love
for you.
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