I love you because you were my big sister when I was a little kid
I love you because you told me about the birds and the bees and gave me nightmares about blood and spurts
I love you because when I fell off my bike, it was you who picked me up and brushed me off and got me back on
I love you because you pushed all the NO's our parents had into OK's
I love you because you were a peace loving hippie at Kent State but got preggers and came home before that awful shooting took place
I love you because you did not have a back alley abortion
I love you because you laid babies in my arms who became my nieces and nephews
I love you because you took the black eye that was meant for my niece because she wouldnt eat her peas for your husband
I love you because you let me punch him in the face
I love you because you stayed, not because you stayed, but because you need loved all the more because you did
I love you because you handled all of it that night our brother committed suicide. I still dont know how you did that...
I love you because you called the ambulance for mom...and two years later...for dad
I love you because when I came back after being broken and lost, you were my beacon, my rock, my fortress
I love you because you buy my dog dog food when I cannot
I love you for pickling cucumbers with me and the kids today
I love you when you tease that I am your older sister
I love being your kid sister...my god, girl. I love you....
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Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
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