I found this poem while compulsively properly sorting out bags of "recyclables" that were mostly not recyclables, and which resulted from Iz and my mom doing a detritus purge on said girl's bedroom while Seymour and I were off on our anniversary trip to Tahoe. (Our girls can thank their grandmother for being able to see the floor of their room now -- Mali discovered that their rug is a map of the world!)
Iz said I could publish the poem, as long as you all understand it's not her best work:
LeoNote that it's not a good idea to wipe tears from one's eyes with hands that are covered in pencil shavings.
Leo is different
Yet I love him
still. Hits, grab elbows,
chews on straws. I
cope with all of this
For I am his big sister.