You hang the moon
she whispered
when I am happy
you kiss my nose
times I’m scared
you chase away the goblins
and when I want a little love
you hang the moon
that is some kind of magic trick
she whispered
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your big sis writes clever letters, your brother writes clever snarky letters, your little sis spells out words with wooden blocks, but you are the only poet in the family.