Shorty

Do you remember? I use to follow wherever you went. You would pull my pigtails. I would start to cry, so you would relent. You would push my nose And tell me I was too short to hang out. I would stomp both my feet I did everything I could do, to shout I am NOT too short! My nose is just right! These pigtails are mine! I don't want to fight. Holding back giggles, You pulled on my pigtails, pushed my nose down. I would become flustered, Trying everything not to show my frown. "Why can't I just play? "Everyone else can!" "Shorty, you're too small." So away I ran She came and got me. Wiped away my tears, gave my nose a pinch. And quietly whispered, "Do what I do and this will be a cinch." She ran to the right. She ran to the left. She kicked the ball hard. And she scored a goal! My laughing cousin, Lives inside each and every one of us. Its the love that we feel. Being accepted, even when we're short.