Small

Written for a friend that died suddenly.

She has small feet, but she doesn’t flinch as she walks across the coals.
She has small hands, but she has the ability to mold the souls.
She has a small voice, but she can make a sound like thunder.
She has small ideas, but they are enough to ponder.
Her small body cages a big heart
That has no finish, no start.
Her small mind holds an ultimate truth
That died somewhere in her youth.
She has a small smile that holds no pain
She has a small sanity bordering the insane.
She has a small laugh that makes everyone frown.
She had a small death, but it didn’t get her down.
Her small light goes on creating stardust,
Blackened hearts no longer in disgust.
She is small in her Karma,
But growing larger as another life begins for tomorrow.

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Small: Poem

Dolls And Trucks

Lost in our grown-up world.
Freedom gone with yesterday.
I vaguely remember the face of that girl,
Lost to love, lost to faith.
How I wish to play again.
In the grove of white horses,
I think of this now and then
Of innocent lives on its courses.
The days of dolls and trucks,
Far in the distance.
The days of feeding chickens and ducks
In the petting zoo far beyond reach.
Left here to work nine to five
Is the only course to take.
What I’d give to feel alive,
A time when children ran for the promise of cookies and cake.
Come to make, lonely girl,
Your existence not at an end.
Give me the key to enter your world,
To run free through the green meadow once again
Gone to those days of dolls and trucks,
Far beyond the distance.
The days of feeding chickens and ducks
In the petting zoo far beyond reach.

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Dolls and Trucks

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