for Janey on her 47th birthday
“Lick, drink, suck,”
my big sis and I instructed the tequila novice
seated at the card playing table.
As sisters we lifted, tipped, and threw back
colorful shot glasses in unison,
sealing a bond that surpasses DNA.
In between hands dealt and crazy laughter,
I looked to my right and saw a woman
I worshipped before I could walk.
Our childhood of Barbies and cribbage games; paper dolls and
playing school; tickle fights, car cuddles, and quiet reading
fueled the growth into myself.
Now, two score and seven years later,
she continues to let me tag along in her life,
shining goodness on me with her generous smile.
Salty enough to lick lips
and with a squeeze of zesty lime,
she is the golden liquid: my elixir from the gods.