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1
My name is Tom. I live with mom.
I have some Giant issues.
I'm such a wreck. Hang on a sec.
I need some Giant tissues.

#2
When I sneeze, there's such a breeze.
Trees and houses tumble.
They get so mad, it makes me sad
To hear the people grumble.

#3
I'd run and hide, but last I tried,
I fell and hit the ground.
The valley rumpled, the mountains crumpled—
You should have heard the sound.

#4
A young boy, only two—
I was the same as you.
I was bigger by three
And by four,
I grew more—
I was almost as tall as a tree.

#5
It’s hard to sit,
find clothes that fit,
And friends?
I’ve never had one.
They’re scared of me,
But they can’t see—
I am really fun.

#6
One morning,
without warning,
a storm began to brew.
The rain fell,
the river swelled,
and thunder rumbled through.

#7
The river rose, it spilled and flowed—
It rushed right through the town.
The people screamed,
the houses leaned,
And fences tumbled down.

#8
I stomped my foot—
a hole I put
in a field by the town.
One stomp did make
a giant lake,
must be two acres round.

#9
The river waned,
despite the rain.
The people stood and cheered.
“Oh, so brave—
the town he saved,
the Giant that they feared!”

#10
Smiling faces,
welcome places
greet me every day.
My troubles ended,
now befriended—
they invited me to stay.

#11
Ten years have passed,
my friends at last—
in peace and love I live.
I wake each day,
searching for a way
to my friends, a gift to give.

#12
One final thought—
the love I sought
was always mine to claim.
“My friend,” said Elf,
“just love yourself,
and your story ends the same.”
I wrote a children's book.  I teach grades K-8 so I'm at similar level of maturity.  I hope your inner child enjoys this!
This is a tale of the lives
of fools who are wise
a balancing act of love
hate truth and lies.

A carnival-style society
pull up stakes no time
to commit and contracts
full of loopholes so
there's always a way
out of it.

Nothing's for certain
too many choices keep
our heads raised high
to see in a consumer's
world that the grass is
greener on every side.

A lifelong love doesn't
seem to be a part of
this game of quantity
not quality but in spite
of it all I still hear love
calling out my name.

First I hear you laughing
then I hear you cry
the promise of forever
then the promise of
goodbye.
© 2025 Daniel I. Tucker
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