Happy birthday to my bookend sister, Monica
Whose very existence for me is a tonic - ahhhh
I am the youngest, she is the oldest
I am the most hesitant, while she is the boldest
She's a good listener and also a talker
With friends and dogs she's a very fast walker
She makes a great meal, really loves to share it
She buys a nice wine with which to pair it
She has six children, all grown, most flown
A generous mom who would give her last bone
Three girls, three boys, a dog and a cat
A home always welcoming, no doubt about that
A grandma to two girls, she loves them to pieces
I love them, too though they're only my nieces
She calls her long hair colour 'Arctic Fox'
Her energy belies her age, she totally rocks!
When I was a kid and nine years her junior
She was the planet, I semi-lunar
She paid me five dollars to tidy her sock drawer
Always nice to me, never giving me what-for
As we grew older we became such good friends
She talked me through motherhood, the job never ends
Our husbands are friends, too, talking shop for, like, hours
While Monica and I sip coffee among their flowers
A journalist by trade she writes for the papers
An editor, too, now, no time for 'the vapors'
Her writing strives to always uphold the truth
She'll research and write 'til she's long in the tooth
(I believe she also has a colleague named Ruth?)
Mon's a great mother, sister and friend
To help you with issues over backwards she'll bend
She's super good fun and tells a great story
And if she goes before me, I'll be ever so sorry
Happy birthday, big sis! I love you so much.
