She's a golden sunrise 
Carved into the morning sky  
Remnants of sleep still etched upon her skin 
In her slumber She craves another hour
As the day waits for her arrival 
Upon my doorstep she makes me smile
If only temporary 
If only for a while 
For she is the laughter that echoes in the wind 
Happiness is a feeling I thought was gone forever- Until she's back again 
She's the tattered pages tucked between a library book, rambling on about things I've learned to live without
She's a story unfolding, still young, still learning, still dreaming like a daisy plucked from a pasture 
For 23 years I've known her 
And if her existence was not 
I'd feel like a cowboy without his hat

*This is a Birthday poem I wrote for my sister who recently turned 23