Raising Giants

The first was so small when he showed up at the door,
I thought I could stir the pot one-handed,
and feed him from the same spoon.
He actually seemed to grow smaller after a while
And one wasn't enough. Two, I swore, and then, I'm through.
And she turned out bigger than him.
Raised by wolves, I knew I had a new lullaby to learn.
I banged together pot and spoon.
The rest of course was rain, sudden mushrooms,
and tall frothy sweets, flecked with tears.