Twenty-nine years ago,
In northwestern PA,
A little girl was born,
Making the world a better place.

He name was Andrea Lauren,
With brown hair and big brown eyes,
She would become a kindred spirit,
With whom I’d share the lows and the highs.

After meeting in elementary school,
Our friendship quickly flourished,
Despite too much DQ ice cream cake,
We were never malnourished.

Remember all the trips to Erie?
When Weathervane jeans were in?
Too young to drive ourselves,
We only found rides through asking.

Your one pair had that random hole in it,
That nobody talked about,
Though it was fashioned by the blade of a scissors,
Which, when you saw it, made you shout.

From playing soccer together,
To exploring the benefits of horticulture,
We always had each other’s backs,
Protecting each other from any vultures.

Remember my mom driving us to school,
When Enrique was her favorite CD?
Back before we created our morning mixes,
So we had cool songs to sing?

Our precious Perkins corner booth,
Was like a second home,
We spent so many hours there talking,
Drinking coffee through early morn.

I’ll never forget the time,
When we missed school one time too many,
Mr. Drake called your dad,
Who’s pound on my door was hard and heavy.

I gave him my best performance,
Entitled: sicker than sick,
But your dad wasn’t born yesterday,
So he didn’t fall for the trick.

And I still laugh to this day,
When I hear “Brass Monkey” on the radio,
I’ll never forget the party,
Where it was the guest star and hero.

Fast forward many years,
And look down two different paths,
You’ll see a friendship spanning time,
That always managed to last.

Today, you have a different last name,
And a beautiful family,
Yet if I was ever in need,
You’d still find time for me.

You are a best friend,
A one-of-a-kind treasure,
And when I try to put it into words,
It’s hard to truly take measure.

I appreciate your loyalty,
And admire you for being so strong,
You have a humongous heart,
And manage to forgive those who do wrong.

It doesn’t matter if it’s been a week,
Or if it’s been a year,
We always pick up where we left off,
A true gift that is rare.


My little lamb,
If you were a song,
You’d be my jam!

Here you are,
Turning twenty-one AGAIN,
You get better every year,
Yet you’re always a ten.

Yes, you are beautiful,
But you’re also wise,
And you have a brilliant accent,
You could never disguise.

It makes you swear words sound dainty,
It makes your potty mouth sound classy,
It makes anything you say sound intelligent,
But in context, smart-a**y.

You’re the Paul to my Kathy Bates,
In the thriller that is Misery,
You’re my heavens to Betsy,
And my dirty birdie.

Every time you’re around,
You give me a broader perspective,
You always keep moving forward,
Never too retrospective.

It’s funny that with six sisters,
I didn’t realize I needed another,
Until you showed up,
And married my brother.

I’m glad that of everyone out there,
Dean chose you,
Cause you’re friggin’ awesome,
And you’re funny as poo.

I still don’t understand,
How you turned him into a softy,
Especially when it comes to Harry,
I’d have thought your ambitions were too lofty.

Dean is lucky to have you,
In fact our entire family is,
Cause you’re completely wonderful,
And we all think you’re the shiz.

You are incessantly creative,
Always coming up with an interesting story,
With your fictional… I mean truth-telling journaling/reporting,
Entertaining, in all its glory.

You make this world,
A better place to live,
With your authenticity and realness,
And the kindness that you give.

Cheers to another year,
Hopefully your best one yet,
You are loved and treasured,
The greatest Brit I’ve ever met.


He robbed the cradle,
When she was eighteen,
Built her a castle,
And made her his queen.

He strums her ballads,
With his air guitar,
It beckons her to the bedroom,
When she’s near or far.

Through hell and high water,
He would roam,
Her knight in shining armor,
To bring her home.

He’s not much for candles,
Flowers, or roses.
He wooes her in sandals,
And sexy poses.

She is the purple martin,
In his sky,
She’s the shiny red apple,
Of his eye.

She’s his ace of spades,
His royal crown,
Their love never fades,
From sun up to sun down.


Katie, Katie.
What a lady.
It’s hard to believe
She’s half of eighty.

She’s the essence of beauty,
The very essence of grace,
She changes the atmosphere,
Just showing her face.

She’s soft, she’s sweet.
She’s feisty, she’s tough.
But if you mess with her kids,
She won’t hesitate to get rough.

She’s the definition of peace,
She oozes gratitude.
She’s the favorite aunt to each niece.
And she always has a good attitude.

When everything is chaos,
She stays calm,
And she remains grounded,
In any storm.

She’s the mother to everyone,
The lost souls and the found.
Her ability to comfort is second to none,
And she can do it, without making a sound.

If your world has shattered,
And the pieces fall apart,
She’ll sit with you for hours,
And listen to your heart.

Then she’ll take the pieces,
And put them back together.
You’ll walk away a new soul,
Having been changed forever.

You feel it in her gestures,
And in the way she moves,
God’s constantly flowing through her,
Which her presence easily proves.

Today we honor her,
And we shower her with love.
Because that’s what she spends her life
Doing for all of us.


Eleni vanRoden,
I wish I could give you a hug!
But you live two states away,
So you’ll have to settle for poetic love.

When I think of you,
I think of someone who is a blast!
Elon, Charlotte, Raleigh,
We’ve taken many cities with class.

Isn’t that what you call it,
When a tow truck drives you home?
Oh, our nights at Elon,
West End, Brown & Co.

Remember your 21st?
We went out despite an 8am?
Man, we were champs,
Rallying to no end.

The Queen City was great!
Downtown escapades & our mud run,
It didn’t matter what we did,
We always had fun!

Did I tell you that I’m proud of you?
For finishing law school?
I admire your work ethic,
And your ability to stay relevant/cool.

Remember our walk to the Os game,
When we got swallowed up in the Baltimore Riot?
If someone thinks it wasn’t scary,
I’d like to see them try it.

How about the time we accidentally snuck into,
The fort Francis Scott Key wrote about?
“Gina, everyone is wearing matching stickers,
That first building was the line, no doubt!”

Chicago was incredible,
Except getting bad directions on the train,
Giordano’s, more so than our race,
Oh and getting to the Cub’s stadium in the rain.

Though our habits have been tamed,
Our hangouts remain legendary,
We’ve matured in many ways,
So the next morning’s are less scary.

We’re still good at killing brunch,
And having long roof-top talks,
We’re still good at creating humor,
Even on simple things, like walks.

Anyways, sweet girl,
Just a few more things:
I appreciate your kindness,
And the sunshine that it brings.

I adore your sense of humor,
I admire your intelligence,
You’ve got a good head on your shoulders,
You’re a tough cookie… with elegance.

Marvin and Dean

Happy Birthday,
To Marvin and Dean,
I know you guys don’t like much attention,
So I’ll try not to make a scene.

Nor will I type your ages,
Cause you both look great,
We can keep everyone guessing,
Twenty-two? Thirty-eight?

They’ll never know,
And I’ll never tell,
Cause from prior experience,
You’re not pleasant when you yell.

My only brothers,
Share the same birthday,
I guess the heavens aligned,
Thirteen years apart, to the day.

You’re my only siblings,
Without a Facebook account,
Cause you mind your own business,
And don’t like when others try to recount.

You’re both driven,
And you’re funny as can be,
Your sense of humor is always,
Politically incorrect and witty.

Marvin, your intelligence,
Is intimidating and worth applaud.
Sometimes when I don’t understand,
I simply smile and nod.

And Dean, oh my goodness,
You’re so stinkin’ nice,
When it comes to helping others,
You never think twice!

You both contain your feelings,
Inside your collected exterior,
But when you get stressed out:

Your tempers are as fierce,
As the ocean is deep,
Yet you manage to share wisdom,
Most times when you speak.

You would never be pretentious,
You are authentic and real,
So when you have successes,
You act like it’s no big deal.

You’re both humble and strong,
You’re thoughtful and wise,
But if I’m gonna be honest,
Marvin has the nicer eyes.

Sorry Dean,
Try not to take it personal,
I got stuck with brown eyes too,
So I’ll be merciful.

Anyways, I hope today full of laughter,
I hope it’s full of blessings,
I hope you feel extra peaceful,
So that you spend less time stressing.

I love you both,
For your quirks and all,
And I’ll leave it at that,
So I don’t make you bawl.

Joanna Banana

Joanna Banana,
Sweet Josi Pie,
I won’t call you t-rex today,
Cause I’m not trying to die.

But only for today,
Because we’re celebrating the day of your birth,
I want you to feel perfectly special,
And I want you to know your worth.

(Side note: When I call you t-rex,
And joke about your short arms,
I’m just giving you a hard time,
I don’t mean any harm.)

You are a ray of sunshine,
Anywhere you go,
Your inner radiance,
Makes your eyes glow.

You are warm and kind,
You wear your heart on your sleeve,
You’re the first to help out,
And the last one to leave.

You’re talented and lovable,
With an incredible sense of humor,
You see the best in others,
So you’re not one to start a rumor.

You say what you think,
You’re honest and direct,
You always see the bigger picture,
You’re not one to nitpick or dissect.

You take things as they come,
You embrace the waves of change,
You never get unsettled,
When your life is rearranged.

Your heart is the size,
Of the state of Texas,
Remember the time,
You hit a dumpster with your Lexus?

(Stay on track,
Leave out the jokes,
Save them for tomorrow,
Then unload the pokes).

You are a great role model,
You are a best friend,
I’m glad we are sisters,
And will be together through the end.

We will probably get kicked out,
Of long term care facilities,
For our obnoxious laughter,
And our immature abilities.

We will always be,
Young at heart,
Always easing the load,
By finding humor from the start!

I hope we never get arrested,
By the NSA,
For our silly conversations,
And the politically incorrect things we say.

No matter what tomorrow brings,
We are in for a good ride,
Cause we’ll always have each other,
Even after the day one of us dies.

If I pass before you,
I’m going to beg the big guy upstairs,
To let me come haunt you,
To give you gray hairs.

I would put lead-bestos into your laundry,
And sneak Quest bars into Zane’s lunch,
How did THIS happen at his age?
You won’t even have a hunch.

Cause schools don’t have gas stations,
And he can’t drive a car,
By the time he feels IT happening,
He probably couldn’t make it far.

All jokes aside,
If I did pass first,
I’d want you to reflect on,
Our sweet memories since birth.

Thank you for being there,
Thank you for being exactly the way you are,
You’re a sun in my sky,
And in the darkness, you’re a star.

You always bring light,
With the truth you share,
And when you don’t have time,
You find some to spare.

Because you are so caring,
You are so incredibly sweet,
You always think of ways to help,
And you find ways to treat.

You’re the best play mate,
Even though we are aging,
Though the older we get,
Our humor never stops raging.

I love you so much,
For everything you were made to be,
And I thank God regularly,
That He gave you to me.

A Birthday Blessing

It’s hard to write a birthday blessing,
For a woman like you,
Not because you’re critical,
There’s just too much I wish for you!

Today is your special day,
It’s unlike all the rest,
It marks the day you entered this world,
When those who knew you became blessed.

May you know you are thoughtful,
Kind-hearted and compassionate.
May you know you are resilient,
You are enough and you are adequate!

May you know you are beautiful,
Through and through,
May you be aware of the thick love,
That surrounds you!

May you know you are the face of bravery,
You are the image of courage,
May you know you are the essence of faith,
You’re a true example if what it is to know grace.

May any valley of darkness,
Dissolve and dissipate,
Or may it be transformed,
Into a heavenly gate.

May peace catch up to you,
May it replenish your soul,
May you know you’re right where you belong!
May you be reminded that, in Him, you are whole.

May the heavens open up to you,
May they shower you with love,
May your cup run over,
Enough to fill a trough.

May your day be full of blessings,
Peaceful moments and memories,
May your heart feel restored,
May you celebrate your glories!

© Regina Mast 2016