Five-Foot-Three...

 Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be tall.

Especially when I'm stretching to snag something off the top kitchen-shelf with a wooden spoon😉

I was born five inches too short

To fulfill fantasy

Because the Good Lord saw it fit

To make me five foot three

So, though I need a stool to reach

The highest kitchen shelf

I’ll be as thankful as can be

Because I am myself

And though, foolishly, I admit

I sometimes envy those

Who always seem ‘the perfect fit’

For any style of clothes

I do not care to waste away

On wish-futility

But make the most of every day

That takes my five-foot three

…so when I think my height a curse

As some far shelf I rue

I’ll remember it could be worse

I could be five-foot-two

© Janet Martin