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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