When I was but a tiny child,
a mere wisp of a boy,
I had such deep incredible awe,
of the massive world above me.
I remember most the Giants
who always hovered way beyond reach,
like flesh and polyester canyons,
S U R R O U N D I N G all
my favorite hangouts,
those safe, and old familiar hollows,
down at the backs of my Mom's knees.
Like dizzy popes these GIANTS often
would bend themselves down low to bless me.
genuflecting with endeavor,
to place a pat upon my head.
Some thought, that I was simply produce,
and they would pinch my tender flesh,
so tightly squeezing my pink cheeks,
perhaps they were checking for freshness???
Quite often I was somewhat riper,
which often brought them great dismay,
down in the lower nether regions
of my soiled anatomy.
Others loved ruffling my hair,
as if I were a lucky troll doll,
at whom they'd flash their large white teeth,
then just as quickly disappear,
launching straight upward from the center,
of their protruding navel bases,
usually inside a monstrous cloud of
bluish white cigarette smoke whirling,
With voices all booming like thunder,
their laughter echoing across,
the many vast expanses of,
stain master carpet as they rose up
to spackled heavens high above.
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But now that I find myself walking,
throughout the world, a grownup GIANT,
I take a much smaller approach,
whenever I peruse a child,
I slowly squat down, and direct all
of my attention to their levels,
talking quite softly, always listening
and spending time with them awaiting,
their sometimes long-winded replies.
I try hard to make them feel special
for being who, and what they are.
Maybe that's why most kids I know
look up to me with great big smiles
shouting "Hello when I go stomping
across the valley of their GIANTS
cause they remember that I showed them
what it's like being an adult who
never forgot all of the GIANTS
that looked down on him as a kid.
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