#26: The Youngest Child
Not much concerns her, she’s still oh so young
She stays close to Sissy, doesn’t wander or run.
And sometimes at night, when Sissy’s abed
and she has been sleeping, alone in her head,
she’ll wake to a queer sound, a moonlighted vigil
of teardrops and snuffling and sobs being stifled.
She’ll creep out of her bedroll and go to the eldest
and hug her in silence til’ she’s sent back for more rest.