Giant

[Wjames]

Giant first edit/Erthona

You would have loved my older brother.
He was tough but kind,
a giant at our school
and in my mind I like the double meaning, it sort of hooks you in right at the start of the poem.
I still see him with mother
stirring in the kitchen.

I used to sit on his giant bike,
the seat digging into my crotch
and my toes almost willing the ground You could change  "ground" to pedals if you wanted, I like the image of a kid having to push the pedals a little bit at the bottom each time because the bike's too big.
to rise up and meet them -

forever bouncing
from the ball of my left foot
to the ball of my right.

It's funny when I sit on it now,
knees pushed up I don't know if you need "up".
halfway to my cheeks,
I wonder how a giant ever rode it.

For some reason I thought I had already commented on this poem, I guess I didn't. I preferred the title as "Giants" as opposed to "Giant", because anyone can have their own personal giant. This poem is about the "Giant" in the narrator's life, but it could just as easily be about anyone elses. I do think its a really good poem though, I like it quite a bit.