November 5th. I have always had a great affection for this date.

My sister arrived on November 5, barnstorming her way into the world,

the very thick of things and my heart. 

An irrepressible force of nature, 

of  good 

and utterly good fun.

I was six-and-a-half years old that lucky day.

Every minute she’s been here

the world’s been right.