Too Big Poem by Alistair Graham

She’s too big
for her boots
her shoes
her hat
her coat and scarf
and all that adorns her

She’s too big
for small conversations
for established contradictions
for petti interactions
or fluffy worldly distractions
that surround her

She’s too big
to fade or fear
or fall flat
on a face of fleer
or falter going forward
on her journey

She’s too big
for faith
in Father Christmas
or phoney authoritative figures
or fickle fibber
failures of all flavours

She’s too big
I fear,
for this world