To My Sister Emily
on the occasion of her 30th birthday
by Bill Shakespeare and Chip
My sister Emily, shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
No Thou art more lovely and not nearly so disorganized.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
But you are there to clean, order, and assure everyone is
immunized.
In the intervallic absence of your sailor,
Steadfast you stand and concede no failure.
Your wit and humor our lives do grace,
As doth the light in your bright smiling face.
With ever your thoughts on husband, sibling, parent, and
child
You do tame the tempest and our weather make mild.
Now advanced in years, albeit without visible sign of
decline,
You must wander in Death’s icy shade
But three decades isn’t so bad, you’ll see, you’ll be fine
And need not fear that your radiance will fade.
Now you are thirty,
This poem is wordy,
But our love for you we do proclaim.
Our Emily, sweet Emily, changing yet still the same.
