Sisters, by Rilla
They scoop me up and say I'm delicious;
They grant practically all of my wishes
(Except when I wish to gnaw on a Lego).
Mostly I wish to go where they go.
Jane is the one who totes me like mother
And won't let me pull out the hair of my brother.
Rose guards me from anything 'ticingly teeny.
The one who twirls me around is Beanie.
This week's Poetry Friday roundup can be found at Chicken Spaghetti.
I love it! What a happy life that child has!
Posted by: Theresa | March 30, 2007 at 09:17 AM
Rilla is a lucky little girl!
Posted by: emily | March 30, 2007 at 10:45 AM
The best poetry Friday contribution ever!!!
Posted by: Alice Gunther | March 30, 2007 at 08:18 PM
Love it! Just darling.
Posted by: Claire | March 31, 2007 at 06:29 PM
Sweet, sweet, and sweet.
Posted by: Jane Ramsey | April 20, 2007 at 09:44 AM