No judgment

Truth-teller

Let me cut her hair

With kid scissors

When I was 4-ish and she was 1-ish

We share a voice,

Laughter, sarcasm

When I day drink, it’s with her

We engineered a friendship between our dogs,

Leading to  sister/dog playdates

She’s been a fixture my world,

Either beside me,

Or declaring “this is your deal, not mine”

And opting out,

But always present at the end

With a quip, a hug

And the truth.