Small – a poem
I made myself small
To go unnoticed, invisible
Small voice, unheard
Small presence, unseen
Small person, unremembered.
Behind mum’s crisply pleated linen skirt
Small, quiet, hidden well; never speak to strangers
School disco nights, dark corners sought
Small expectations
Always invisible, least remembered face
By friends once enjoyed, who’ve long forgotten.
Remaining in the Background unrecognised
Small wonder
I stand tall now
To shout ‘Helloooo’
I’m here, this is me!
See me
Hear me
Remember me
Love me.
Barbara Murray Art 