A Memory Poem by Gerald Hall

Giants walk the earth, like trees their shadows block the sun
Shrubs far above by head, these goliath creatures rest their hands.
In awe I stand. And unafraid.

It seems I have always been here.
In this magical land, where everything is new, strange and wondrous.
Curiosity is all that I know.

Yet these huge creatures allow me not, to explore…fully
I see no dangers, feel no threats. Why are they so…protecting?
Why do I trust them?
Their benevolence angers and restricts me. They speak a language foreign to me.
But there is understanding.
There is…. Communication.

I know when they are angry
Their tall bodies bend over quickly
Like timber about to fall on me, stopping an inch
Face to face, Fire in their eyes frightens and freezes me.

Gently I’m lifted and cradled, warmth and comfort soothes
Me high above the ground, safe in their caring arms

I know they love me.

Tossed high in the air, free floating shocked and thrilled.
Laughing hysterically
I land in these huge loving hands.
Placed softly on the ground.

My heart smiling, swiftly I crawl away
Wondering
What mischief I can get in today.