Little Girls

When I was a small girl going to school, I picked my friends carefully. They had to wear clothes no better than I, else I felt poor. They had to be nearly my size, else I felt fat, skinny or too tall. They had to live in a house no better than me, else, I felt underprivileged. I never questioned their silliness, I demanded it, else I felt stupid. They had to be loyal, for I would take care of them to the end. A hand held, an occasional hug and a good, short cry proved they trusted me and I cared about them. Now, I'm an old lady. I pick my friends carefully. They have to wear clothes no better than me, Else I feel less chic'. They can be any size, the bigger they are, the smaller I look. We are all shrinking, I don't feel so tall. Any house is a home. Silliness is better than counting aches and pains, but I will listen to those too. Loyalty is only as long as my arm and that's o.k. I will be your friend as long as you will have me. I can listen to the worst of your problems with a kind ear. A hug or hand held means, " I like you and I am there for you." We are all little girls again.