Baby Kylie

Baby Kylie, my Sister…
A poem hides in Kylie, my sister.
I just noticed this yesterday.

A poem hides in Kylie
Her small cute figure hides a poem

I love the way she babbles.
It is so cool.

Yet it hides a poem.
Poems can hide many places in you.
Kylie.
  In the bottom of a shoe and anywhere else.

A poem hides in Kylie, my cute, small, wonderful sister.

I love the way she smiles and laughs.
It is so cool.

I just noticed this yesterday.

A poem hides in

Kylie.

My cute, small, wonderful sister hides a poem.

Kylie my sister…

Zoe Sorensen