Being Smaller

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reminded of my size
by a nearby butterfly,
trying to blend

Copyright 2019 Brenda Davis Harsham

Notes: I remember when my legs dangled from chairs, feet in mid-air, when grownups were giants, and when I believed that as long as I couldn’t see someone, they couldn’t see me. Then I grew up and realized no one is looking anyway. Except for those who are smaller than us — be kind to those smaller than you — because they are the ones that truly see you.

Happy Poetry Friday and thanks to Cheriee Weichel at Library Matters for hosting!

Poetry Friday with kids

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