3 children posed on a tree branch

I wrote this poem a few yrs ago. I have the photo that inspired it but cannot find it right now. Will post it soon. (I am the oldest child in the photo.)

3 Children Posed on a Tree Branch

The blonde one sits in the middle,

always framed in centerfold,

her rosy cheeks and blonde highlights

glisten in the sun.

Arms around her baby brother,

she looks carefully to the ground below,

as if to measure the danger,

or judge how to break his fall,

while he, leaning into her,

remains unaware of danger,

his position in the family leaves him

expecting our support.

The oldest sits at the bottom,

squeezed between the tree, and them,

her arms are closed about herself,

the hair pulled back, to clear her vision,

She stares directly into the camera.

Nothing escapes that penetrating gaze,

She sees it all,

She is aware,

She does not look to either side

but directly and deliberately

observes her world.