She is a firecracker in a silent room. Her toothy smile which spreads from the centre of her lips to the tips of her ears is contagious. Her eyes are the blue-green colour of the ocean on a warm summer day peaceful at the surface and the magic held within them is reserved only to those who take a closer look. Her hair is golden like her soul and her locks tangle to no end. The springs bounce with every step she takes the ringlets so perfect so you would think them unnatural. But they definitely are; she does not have the patience to sit still for more than an instant her body carrying her wherever fate decidesβ sitting down to curl her hair would never cross her wild mind. Her laugh comes from somewhere deep inside her slender body somewhere far behind her rib cage where the vibrant rhythm of her body originates. Her heart cannot be contained too big to fit inside even the biggest of bodies. There is not a mean bone to be found in her for she is filled to the brim with love and joy. Her legs must be the 8th wonder of the world so skinny they could snap at the lightest breeze and yet they carry her across tracks so fast you would think she was pacing herself with light not the other children scurrying along behind her. I, too, sometimes feel like I am scurrying behind her for her imagination races at speeds mine never could. She is the most vibrant piece of clothing in the closet the loudest song on the radio the spiciest food at the dinner table. I would like to thank the old, tea-loving Asian woman who has come to reside in my sisterβs twelve year old body for making her the most interesting book on my shelf the most watched movie in my collection and the quirkiest soon-to-be teenager I know. The world is not ready for the greatness she holds but everyone deserves a Lily in their life.
my sister loves the fact that I write poetry, and she asked me to write her a poem. this is dedicated to her. x