Size Deferred (1998) Poem by Lillian B. Rose

when I look to you
I feel 10 inches tall
too small for you to see

quiet resignation fills
your manner as you
seem to contemplate

what is it that
you think about
I want to ask of you

though, at times, you're
not far away
I know little what to do

all my friends tell me
ask your question
be not afraid of his size

But still I hesitate
I wish for you not to run
or trample me with indignation

for though you seem more
than I appear to be
I wish love for you and me