Today is my sister’s birthday
And as a result, the poems be flowin’.
This one is for you Shortstack.
Natalee my Natalee,
I hope you like this rhyme from me
You’re used to them by now I’d think
So enjoy this one and down a drink
Not too many though because I don’t like barf
I’d loathe that barf like you love a good scarf
Which is why we have 57 in our closet
Okay not really, 58 if I’m honest.
Sometimes I think about burning them all
But don’t worry I’ll at least hold out until fall
Today is a day when we celebrate you
A day that I’ve celebrated since I was two
That year was rough, when you arrived on the scene
For before that there was just brown hair, just brown eyes, just me.
But I suppose you ended up being pretty cool, slightly valuable
Beautiful actually, smart, compassionate and admirable
One of the only people in the world to always make me happy
And to infuriate me to no end when we’re feeling cross and sassy.
But that’s a rarity now since we’re both essentially flawless
Always wondrous, always mature, never strange, unintelligible and lawless.
You’ve listened to every song that I’ve wrote about our dog
And every whiny jingle on why I won’t go for a jog
You listen to the sighs, the cries and the rants,
You let me crank up our music and dance around with no pants
You’ve made me laugh too many times to count
And made me proud an intangible amount
You’ve seen me through it all and so many would agree
You fought through some of the hardest times and come out beautifully free
So remember on this day as I thank you for your you-ness
That I say it with a sincerity and a gratefulness of the truest
nature, but not the kind with all the trees and the bugs
More the kind with all the cheesy, sentimental, tear jerking hugs
So eat cake (without eggs) and ice cream (without dairy)
That way your birthday can be diarrhea free and quite merry.