I remember we were mischievous
we rang door bells and ran away
you always would get caught
but we always giggled anyway

your kind eyes of hazel..
always gave you away
not a poker face
you loved animals
stray dogs, with you would play

all the family has eyes of blue
i often wondered why
why yours were hazel?
dad looked exactly like you

but for the past thirty years
you have lived in a different world
a world of your own
some may think you are homeless
the way you wander around
finding your way from town to town
in cold weather or rain
as the winds blow
one time you were found
walking barefoot in the snow

two sisters and a brother
we love you so
a devoted mother
a wonderful step father named Joe

no one knows you the way we do
the little boy who was an artist
loved drawing horses
not to mention
your IQ is the highest

i am your oldest sister
you are the second born
i wonder why God chose you?
my brother with hazel eyes, not blue

*inspired by Floria's poem*