Technically, Nicole's birthday is Saturday but I wrote a poem for her marvelous 18th birthday for poetry day. So I'm going to share it regardless of the snow. So here it is for all the world to see:
On Your Eighteenth by Elizabeth
Congrats.
You've made it.
Eighteen at last an adult finally.
Sure there's the sad side:
Taxes, work, childhood washed away.
But what can wash childhood off of you?
You're still the same with your thoughts caught up in fun.
Hey, did you know you're old enough to order from infomercials now?
And lottery, you have to buy one.
And with the childhood you hold on to comes me.
Through these eleven years I have been there.
I'll be here always with a poke for your side.
So to my friend, my older sister in more ways than one:
Happy Birthday to you.
Not like I haven't written it a million times already, but ... happy birthday Coie.