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:
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.
Note that it's not a good idea to wipe tears from one's eyes with hands that are covered in pencil shavings.
Wow. What a girl, our Iz. Beautiful.ReplyDelete
My goddaughter, she rocks.ReplyDelete
I love this. My house/kids are very different, but I do a lot of work on this front with the girls, since I have the evil twin.ReplyDelete
Awww, tell Iz I think it's just beautiful!ReplyDelete
God Bless this child.ReplyDelete
Oh my goodness this is beautiful.ReplyDelete
lovely, with a big tug on the heartstrings.ReplyDelete
Laughs for all of it: pencil shavings, a lovely poem, and India not noticing her own rug. I knew it was a map of the world!ReplyDelete
Our NT kids are so amazing, aren't they? Gosh...it cannot be easy.ReplyDelete
Love, love, love this!
That is beautiful. Was harder to read the second time through my misty eyes.ReplyDelete
How sweet she is.ReplyDelete