do not shrink from your power, little m
for no one moves like you
every rounded step for you is miles wide
you begin and end the mirror image of yourself and them
be capital, little m
reach and fall, but do it from the very bottom and back to the very top
you cannot move the world, in type too small to read
be bold, dear m, start mountains.
italic like it is.
you made me mama
and we are two capital m's
you are little yet but soon you will grow to start sentences
enjoy your lowercase, full of quiet power but know
when you need to start Movements, stand up
like big M does, but now you mean so much
your three steady legs stand strong amidst commotion
strength held in metaphor
know your place in line and take N and O where you need them
but do not shrink little m.
not like me. be like Me.
Close up of a postcard that reads, Little M: A poem for Mollie by Beth Heinzen
