Feeding Baby Sister

She smiled,
As only she could smile,
When the tray was set before her.
The nurse smiled,
But wondered if I was able
To feed my baby sister.
I smiled,
Of course I could.
And the nurse said
She would put me on the payroll.
With a little help,
My little sister
Sipped a little juice;
Then I spoon-fed her
Some mashed potatoes and carrots.
But the dessert!
She devoured it.
And she smiled.
And I smiled.
She was my baby sister,
Only eighty-four years old,
And I was eighty-five.

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