Author Dorothy Aldis I am the sister of him And he is my brother.He is too little for us To talk to each other.So every morning I show him My doll and my book;But every morning he still is Too little to look. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 4 (4 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments