A poet said it very well, she said when she was older.
She wouldn't be so meek and mild.She threatened to get bolder.
She put a red hat on her head, and purple on her shoulder.
She'd make her life a warmer place, her golden years, much golder.
We read that poem, all of us, and grasped what she is saying.
We do not need to sit and knit, although we all are graying.
We think about what we can do, Our plans we have been laying.
Instead of working all the time. we'll be somewhere out playing.
We take her colors to our hearts, and then we all go shopping.
For purple clothes, and hats of red, with giant brims a -flopping.
We're tired of working all the time and staying home and mopping.
We order pies and chocolate fudge, and rich desserts with topping.
We crown ourselves as duchesses, and countesses and queens.
We prove that playing dress-up isn't just for Halloween.
We drape ourselves in jewels, feathers, boas and sateen.
We see ourselves on televison ...and in magazines.
We laugh, we cry, we hug a lot.We keep each other strong.
When one of us goes out for fun, the rest go all along.
We gad about, we lunch and munch, in one big happy throng.
We found the place that we fit in, the place we all belong.
wtritten by Sue Ellen Cooper. All rights reserved
For The Red Hat Society
Recovered: September 16, 2024
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