Kid-Landers, They Were

He was smiling with his fingers Shaping a heart He was not the focus of the camera He was on one side, with his all-time favorite sister His sister was holding him with a full-blown smile. Kid-landers, they were. I was looking at the picture, especially him His eyelashes were awfully long, still are He is a kid with no demand at all He is a gentle, silent one With a lot of words for his sister only Kid-landers, they were. I was trying to crop the picture, For a subject of picture of those two Unable to do that, as they were mingling with other subjects so vividly, and I understood Not everything is a subject of scissor-cut of subjectivity Kid-landers, they were.