"Little"

This is a poem I wrote in high school!

Cold, hungry, and homeless, she lay in the snow.
Her little hands turned purple, and her little nose froze.
With her big green eyes and her tiny little feet.
She lay there with nothing to eat.
She no longer has a mother or a father to call her own.
She has no one to hold her but her little old crib.
All the belongs to her is a little note that says....
"Please take care of her, for we have little to give."