I have a little sister
who is just the age of three.
She’s a tiny little monster
who is as cute as can be.
She loves walking, she loves talking,
she loves animals and toys,
and she’s just as tall as my knee
but she really can make noise.
She sits up high on my shoulders
and attempts to touch the sky.
She’s excited and delighted
a she sees a bird go by.
As we walk, we always jump
over the pavement’s many cracks.
And the stories told at bedtime
always come to me in stacks.
We paint our nails and we tell tales
about school and all our friends,
and if crying does ensue,
we find a way to make amends.
I have read textbooks and novels
about the ways of the world,
but I think I’ve learned the most
in the eyes of that little girl.