Little sister 60 birthday. Love putting on mom’s make up and wearing her high heels at 6 years old, stole my clothes at 12 years old, got married and let our hometown.,where did the time go?
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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.