His Sister

Little almond shaped eyes that glisten at the soud of a guitar,

Baby ears that hear only the good words in the world,

Perfect lips worthy of kissing any cheek,

Nose meant only to tell when the cookies were done,

Hands just big enough to hold a basketball,

Mind strong enough to solve any problem,

Thoughts deep enough to puzzle the biggest thinker,

One extra chromosome makes him who he is,

One family that lovs him like no other,

Henry, whose light flows through us all.

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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