Noddy

by Lise Day

“I can’t hear you when you shout”
my brother told my mother.
Gentle blonde boy sandwiched
between two unruly sisters,
he, our little noddy man
tossing and turning
rocking and rolling
singing himself to sleep.
“Make a man of him”
my father said.
So he was sent to boarding school
to rid him of that gentle disposition
so he could be taught to hear
when people shout.

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