A girl too short

 She reached up to the bar
But the bar was too far
she was disproportionate yet no longer clingy
How much of that was god?
How much her upbringing?

She reached up to the tap smaller
To pour herself a glass of water
Tip toe and whine She couldn't reach
pleading help yet unwilling to say please

Galloping indoors as if on a horse
Then into that screen fully immersed
Unknown to herself first

She would keep reaching
Like the sick for a nurse

For the cure for a spirit short in stature