Littles and Bigs

This just sort of popped out of my head today while I was talking to Miranda, who is off gallivanting through Italy. You can read her delightful blog here http://veffekt.wordpress.com. Anyway, I guess I felt a little verklempt and bittersweet. So here are my thoughts.

Littles and Bigs

I love my little family. I love my little town.

I love my little place, and I love my almost home.

I love my little job, and my bigger little one.

I love my little circle, of people that I love.

But I miss my big wide world, and my big ambitious dreams.

I miss my big old Europe, where art and culture whirl,

with "such big streets" it seemed, to such a little girl.

I miss my big adventures, and my big fun travel times,

I miss my big wrong turns, roads that took big time to find,

but made such great big change, in this little world of mine.

Now that I am bigger, of me there are more parts,

I have another dream, that grows along with me,

Although he's bigger than I am, little I don't feel.

And though much is left behind, my travel and my arts,

I hope to make a little change, to some great big hearts.

So although I love them both, I'll tuck my bigs into my littles,

And save them for another day,

When to my dreams of bigs, my littles can give way.