good words.

my beautiful baby sister in what I like to call a self-instagramed shot. we like to pretend we are fairly artsy individuals.

Yesterday you cried about

A boy for the first time

A rite of passage

A high school experience

Classic, really

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I wished I could find

The piece of brain he

Seemed to be missing

To replace it, nonchalantly

He’d never know

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But, alas, it’s lost

And, as with everything

You can do it all right

And still be wronged

This is planet Earth

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I’m happy you’re the girl

Who hasn’t cried until now

Smart, strong

Beautiful, independent

You know the drill

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I’m happy that hasn’t disappeared

Your tears erase nothing

Alternatively, they water

And the broken parts grow back

Different, Better

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You didn’t know that I cried too

All too familiar

Disappointment is nothing new

He’ll pay you visits forever

You have not cried your last

But now the beauty comes

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Because one day, the magic happens

Tears and disappointment

Will forever creep in

But forever, like today

Against the backdrop of you

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You, the most beautiful

The snarkiest, the silliest

The story’s the same

It always will be

You are different

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Yesterday you cried about

A boy for the first time

A rite of passage

Marvelously done, check it off

Love every bit

Her blue eyes

Pop

Out of her head

When words of

Tweedledum reach

Those pierced-but-still-

Sensitive ears.

The same eyes

Squint

Huddled to make

More space

For the smile spreading

Over her face

When Tweedledee did

Just as she

Expected.

With boxes sketched

Around them,

Painted a vivid red

Like Christmas,

They are always, unmistakeably

hers.