Written a few years ago 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.