Little sister, blooming bright, Sixty candles claim the night. Once a child with painted face, In mother's heels, you'd dance with grace. At twelve, you donned my clothes with glee, A fashion thief, wild and free. Years flew by, life took its course, You found love's trail, a distant force. From our hometown, you ventured wide, With dreams ablaze, a jubilant bride. Now, looking back, I softly sigh, Where did the years so swiftly fly? Yet in your eyes, I see it clear, The child, the thief, the love we rear. Happy birthday, dearest heart, In my soul, you'll never part.