Today is my sister Gina’s birthday, and I’ve written her a few poems.
Gina’s Haiku
Colorado was
invaded by Gina
and never the same
Gina’s Cinquain
Gina
Older sister
She shares my love, Roma’s
In Augusta, two slices each
Sausage
Gina’s Limerick
She should settle down for her poor mother’s sake.
Gina longs, but her heart cannot fake.
Only time’s in the way.
Maybe this is the day.
That she’ll finally win Timberlake.