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.
Copyright © Dana NARDONE | Year Posted 2019