Adaline

A poem about siblings

A toothbrush in her hair,
Makeup everywhere,
She offers me her hand,
And shows me another land,

She pours me invisible tea,
And starts to laugh at me,
When I drink my tea to hot,
And die right on the spot,

She tells me Iâm not dead,
âYouâve just had a knock on the head!â
And sheâll fix me up just right,
If she wraps my head real tight,

Sheâs my princess,
Iâm her doll,
Iâd do anything for her at all,
Because one day she wonât care,
To spend time with sister Blair.