For Mira, on her twelfth birthday
You are the small light in the kitchen
when the rest of the house has gone to sleep.
You are the laugh that arrives uninvited —
the warm spot at the foot of the bed.
Twelve years of you,
twelve years of small miracles
disguised as ordinary Tuesdays.
Make a wish today.
The world is already wishing back.
— with love from your sister