I didn't want to be tall

I never wanted to be tall.
My uncle's legs look too long.
It takes him forever to kick a ball.
My aunt says she can't wear heels.
That doesn't seem right. You wear
what you choose, what you feel
like. I'll stick with being short.
I can climb trees, run fast, chase
like a hare, not have to abort
the race. But my uncle knows
my favourite ice-cream, the sneakers
I wanted, the best gifts. Goes
to my football matches. Maybe
if I were taller, I could pick
the best fruit from the tree.