Springtime Freshness in Every Puff

Half-used, a green and white crinkly
package hides amid a twilight of dust bunnies.
A set of five small fingers grabs it out 
into light & air, an alien environment.
I am confronted.

O little sister. I see the beginning
of your life in this moment.
Whether by instinct or observation,
you knew and you cared. You were
smarter at 6 than I was at 16.

Na/GloPoWriMo day 12 prompt: Today, we’d like to challenge you to write your own poem that recounts a memory of a beloved relative, and something they did that echoes through your thoughts today.