Shannon
The swish of plastic as she runs. Her hair

So soft, it’s hardly there. Her smile more pink

Than white. A poison ivy giggle. Her

Face, cherub-like, so full of charm and much

More pure, the cutest thing that ever lived.



One of my personal favorites, because it is about my little baby cousin Shannon. I hope you could guess that from the context in the poem. She is so cute.
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