I remember auburn leaves,

A steady fall breeze.

Night beating back the sun,

The last rays turn tail and run.

I remember my daddy by my side,

Steadfast hand clasped in mine.

Bigfoot some call him,

Tall and burly with a bearded grin.

One day, I know,

I’m going to grow.

And then my hand will too,

Engulf others just as his do.

Nobody told a five-year old me,

That six-feet tall was something I’d never be.

Nobody told that sweet kid,

That her hand would never be that big.

When I hold his hand now it still,

Dwarfs mine and maybe always will.

That’s life and it’s okay,

I’m not grown yet and I’ll be big one day.

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