Many of us experience an odd moment in our lives. It's that moment when you walk up to your younger sibling and suddenly realize they're taller than you. I used to give my little brothers piggy back rides and read them naptime stories, so I was naturally a little disoriented when I came home one day and realized they were big enough to give me piggy back rides.
The following is a brief, humorous poem about that odd moment:
Two Little Giants
There are two giants living in my home
How they came, nobody really knows
Some odd science, perhaps gnomes and genomes,
Regardless, here’s a story of their origin, I propose:
Perhaps I remember when they were born
Two little infants, they could fit in my lap.
Mom let me hold them. I was only four
When I learned how to wrap them for naps.
We all grew up, me and my siblings,
We ran with imagination and nerf guns.
I was their big sister; they were living
With piggy back rides like gentlemen.
I left to study English at college,
Not knowing I’d caught my last sight
Of little boys; I refused to acknowledge
How fast they were growing, reaching my height.
One day I came home to a very harsh truth:
My sweet little brothers have outgrown me.
It takes no sleuth to see the two youths
Have reached heights I could never foresee.
Those two little infants have since become
The long arms that kill the spiders I can’t reach,
The two strong boys who help our mum,
The small giants who’s heads I can barely reach.
