Kianna

Kianna — page 7
Aunt Jane touched my cheek Your mama nicknamed you Little Miss Sunshine the day you were born You’re still as sunny as ever I stood up taller I’m not so little anymore Almost eight you know Almost she said Just like every year we’ll have a nice lunch together on your birthday I gave Aunt Jane my sunniest smile Then I shoved my postcard in my pocket Aunt Jane turned to the others before leaving Lots of care packages 8