Little

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.

by Dorothy Aldis

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This poem is a classic because in such few words it brings alive a timeless, ever-recurring situation-a child's wish for a playmate and her inability to understand the limits of babyhood. It is the type of poem that the Japanese prize, for example in their Senryu or satirical poetry.