Poem by Dorothy Aldis

Little

I am the sister of him
And he is my brother
He is too little for us
To talk to each other.

So every morning I show him
My doll and my book,
But every morning he still is
Too little to look. 

1. Night and Morning
2. The Picnic
3. Somersault
4. My Nose
5. Hiding

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