Bristol, My Sister


Chubby, pink, and sweet
All this she is.

Spit-up, drool, and poop
She fills our noses.

Gurgles, bubbles, and da-da's
Ears filled to the brim.

Kisses on the forehead, sweet with baby powder
Lips after, tingle with love.

Bristol makes these things.
Bristol makes me.

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