From Swiss to Sis

You are my little Sis

and you are

friend

We share memories

You,

clobbering me,

(in the head)

with the mini-golf putter, and

we scared Farmor

to death (it WAS a lot of blood)

Of sleepless nights on summer visits

to Sweden, where there are no screens

so no air

in that hot bedroom

And the mattresses kept

sliding, and we would

froggie-hop them

back next to each other

to whisper-giggle

in the semi-darkness

secrets

And all it takes

Is one word,

And a look,

Then we're in the same place

like

Bianca and Margo

or

death-grip, as

production assistant

or

Ray-Don

And even though

we've been through

“totally s#$t times”

love actually

lasts

because

You are my little sis

and you are

friend

It's my sis's birthday today.  She's amazing, and puts up with me, and is always there to help me out, to make my infirmities less crippling, and to cheer me on, to listen, and to lean on.  Sissie, your Swissie loves you.  Come home soon.