Five-minute Friday : Small

I wrote the following for ‘Five Minute Friday’.

Right at this point in time, I feel small. Not small as in small child, but small as in not-very-tall, not very strong, and not very clear of mind. It is linked in with the previous entry I posted this morning. With missing someone buckets with whom there are memories… lots of fun, and laughter, private jokes and common interests. An adventure which had only got going and came to an abrupt end. For a long while only numbness, now, only pain.

Small people actually help me find my smile… little ones in the local supermarket who are gurning, until they see my chair, and watch, fascinated, trying to work out what is going on, or the little one in the chair in the street, leg stretched in front of her, her bright pink cast protecting her poorly leg, and a big smile on her face. These precious ones make me feel better, and wish I was small again, when I didn’t know grown up pain.