My sister's birthday is on the sixteenth.
In an ideal world, I'd have a poem up on her website, which I made five over years ago.
It is not an ideal world. I was never the ideal brother, either.
My sister and I had an odd relationship for many years, only bonding after our father's death and much in thanks to her long-suffering dog Smokey.
I haven't committed many poems to her. One or two when she was alive. Nothing since.
I have an idea for a piece, but it isn't the most family friendly idea for a poem (even though I suspect Kristen, who shared in my dark humor a little, would get a kick out of me writing and sharing it).
If I share anything on Thursday, I promise it will be appropriate.
In an ideal world, I'd have a poem up on her website, which I made five over years ago.
It is not an ideal world. I was never the ideal brother, either.
My sister and I had an odd relationship for many years, only bonding after our father's death and much in thanks to her long-suffering dog Smokey.
I haven't committed many poems to her. One or two when she was alive. Nothing since.
I have an idea for a piece, but it isn't the most family friendly idea for a poem (even though I suspect Kristen, who shared in my dark humor a little, would get a kick out of me writing and sharing it).
If I share anything on Thursday, I promise it will be appropriate.
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