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.
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