One and two

Two and four

Little girl alone

Wants more

Then dolls to play with

Everyday

So she asks

Her folks

For a friend

Who’ll stay

Nine months

A century

Who really knows

Time for a four year-old

Moves so slow

But the day it happens

She’ll never forget

A bundle of blankets

The soft warm breath

Of a new life

A forever friend

In her arms

His eyes so bright

Like the stars

She wished on

Every night

He is hers

And she is his

The other kids know

Not to mess with them

Dream and run

And play and skip

To Neverland

A trip they

Won’t miss

The other kids

Just don’t get

That being different

Really is the best

So the little girl

Makes a game

Distracting the boy

From the mean kids’

Words and vain

Remarks about his glasses

Thick and black

Where they see

A joke

She sees Superman’s disguise

Not something to attack

“Blending in is boring”

She assures him

Every morning

One and two

Two and four

Little girl and boy

No more

He is tall

And she feels

Small

Oftentimes like

She’s going to fall

The dolls were gone

Long ago

But she’s found something

Better

Than a first snow

Or any other dreams of childhood delight:

The dream she wished on

Every night

A brother to be

Her forever best friend

And a brother-sister bond

The two know

Will never end.