I may be little now.

One of my friends blogged about poetry and art. I admired her art, and it got me thinking of poetry. I'll never win any Nobel Prizes for mine, but it's fun to do sometimes. Here's one about Jill that I just wrote.

I may have little feet,
But I am going far.

I may have a little chest,
But behind it is a big heart.

I may have little lips,
But they're usually curved into a smile.

I may be little now,
But your attention is very worthwhile.

I'm growing bigger every day,
And one day we'll have to part.

I'm growing bigger every day,
But I'll always be your precious, little star.