For Grace

Dear Georgie,

I wrote this for your 16th birthday, and then was too nervous to show it to you. Poetry is my experiment, not my gift, but I re-discovered this poem tonight when I was about to throw an old notebook away and this fell out of it. So happy (late) birthday. 

❤ Your favorite sister. 

you leave me in wonder:

you, the she-wolf who cares so fiercely,

the rowdy kid who taught me to value peace.

your hands are charcoal and stardust and watercolors,

on that soccer field you are poise and skill (and elbows),

but your heart I cannot describe,

because the only word I know is



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