Three Little Siblings
I sit alone on the swings
looking into the woods.
The adrenaline brings
many a rush until it pulls.
I wait for my brothers
who run to me.
A day in summer
is all I can see.
We run, we play,
until we're too tired
to enjoy the day
and going inside is required.
I dress up Kevin's attire
to his later regret
as Cinderella entire
with heels for his feet to step.
We play barbies and Geotrax
and Thomas the Train,
watch Ruby and Max
and Blue's Clues - the fun is all the same.
Until the day comes to an end
and all three kids must go to bed
under the covers - blanky in hand
and fall asleep - the day was grand!
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