(This poem is based on my little sister who is six years younger than me ❤️)

I walk through the door

And the bracelet she made, I wore

I see her cute little face

Oh the joy she brings to the place

Her pretty little eyes

Blue, like the sky’s

Her tiny little nose

Tiny, like her toes

Her beautiful curly hair

Blonde, it be so fair

And last, her small little hands

They be the softest in all the lands