Dear Stranger,

I am simply a little bit of a lot of things.

A little bit ordinary

A little bit strange

A little bit awkward

A little bit sweet.

I’m someone you wouldn’t look twice at on the street, I suppose

And you wouldn’t see me in a crowd

Though you might hear me whistling as I walk by with my hands in my skirt pockets.

If you glanced in my direction I might, just might wink at you, because I sometimes forget that winking is not always appropriate

and if you happened to watch me from a distance when I thought no one was looking, you might very well see me skipping because I am little bit girlish.

If you only looked you would find that I am a little bit foolish

Perhaps a little bit wise

A little bit whimsical

A little bit discontent

And a little bit peaceful.

I am a little bit quiet but it isn’t because I don’t have anything to say ... It’s just that I don’t always know how to say it, you see. I cannot start or end but I can give the middle, if you’ll only begin. Please just try.

Because maybe I can make your heart just a little bit less heavy.

I have some silly stories and cheerful words that will make you smile just a little bit more

And I make tea a little bit too hot

With a little bit of milk

And a little bit of sugar

If that’s what you like.

I get embarrassed just a little bit too often

I may be just a little bit too clumsy

And I laugh a little bit too much

But I like to wonder

If that makes me a little bit more loveable.

When I lie awake at night

And when I go for walks

Or sweep the floor or wash the dishes

I dream about the kind of things I could have done and the kind of things I will do

And I have a little bit of difficulty voicing my simple thoughts

but if you asked I might tell them to you.

I am just a little bit of a lot of things

but

I have plenty of love in this heart of mine

And if you just take a moment to stop and listen and look

Maybe I’ll give you a little bit of it.