I don’t like
the all-morning sleeper,
pert parent-defier,
lazy but test-acing
Chucks-lacing
clothes modifier.
But I love
the great all-night writer,
fearless debater,
different-path-taking
mold-breaking
original thinker.
I love you, Wood Duck, you Talanian Rebel, you jargon-hoarding, amazing-cookie-baking, way-with-words-having, world-making iconoclast. You're a genuine bad-posterior longcoat. I declare “schnidbit,” “fufoo,” “embiggen,” “heathside,” and “draggit” all members of the dictionary and powerful in Scrabble. I sanction irrational numbers on the Kinsey Scale and I acknowledge that blue hair can indeed be natural. You understand me. I don’t know what I did without you as a confidante before we started getting along. I love your goodnesses more than I don’t your faults and I know they're intertwined. I have faith in your future.
I award you: SPINE.
Every filthy sinner with an angel spark on this blue and green earth deserves someone like you in life.
(happy slightly-belated 17th birthday to a special little sister! yay for inside jokes!)
She passed away in January 2015 at 22 years old.