“Happy Birthday Big Sister!!!”

Chelsea or Chelsuh as the Notorious M.O.M. lovingly says
You were her first born
Her first Buddha baby
Her only female
She has said we get to choose our parents
If that is true all of your siblings have the same taste
When does the choice take place?
Were you on the other side and given a choice between candidates with specific information given to you?
Was it more like a game show and just random no information just a choice between Door #1, Door #2, Door #3 Monty Hall “Let’s Make A Deal!”?
Did we all win the same prize?
Just how tightly are all of us karmically entwined?
Can’t be that we actually watch the act and have to jump on in as that divine spark because that would be gross, unless of course you personally are just really into white dude afros which who I am to yuck your yum?
That can’t be the case though, unless Rikk has secret wigs in a closet somewhere
I hope he does
and polyester shirts where his chest can be free and adorned with gold
But you were the first
Four little boys all looked up to you
With Mom working, on my end you were pretty much a second Mom
A caretaker and giver for sure
Heck even your day job is centered around taking care of people at the end of the line of this Earthly domain
Memories of your pink room
With Cupies dangling from a fan
Dirty Old Man Bukowski books on the shelf and a record player
Jane’s Addiction “Kettle Whistle” nudie art angel on your nightstand
Jesus and Bon Jovi guarding you on your walls at one point or another
Worked at Carvel
Dated some guy named Mike that brought us the biggest calzone shaped like a pizza that I’ve still never seen another one like it to this very day
You continue your trailblazing with your two baby boys
You are destined or doomed to be surrounded by familial boys
But that makes you even more special
You and George so similar physically to Dad, but you got his afro since you love 70’s white guy afros so much
Which also was gifted to both your sons
Why do you like American 1970’s white guy afros so much?
Your artistic choice of bright reddish purple hair straightened out and in a bun reminiscent of Kurt Cobain in the “Come as You Are” music television video kills this theoretical joke
Or maybe you were just hating Purple Pie Man and simultaneously expressing your Crown Chakra
Nowadays your hair is more beautiful than ever
You let nature take its course as far as color, long long streaks of grey almost giving way to streaks of white mixed in with your fading natural brown flowing like the Lioness you truly are with all these cubs forever at your feet
I love you Chelsea
Chelsea, the one Mom named after the art district in Manhattan
When the house burned down I realized that almost everything is replaceable except life itself (the cat), family heirlooms, photographs (this could go in either the preceding or following) and art. Your original art that was hanging upstairs from High School. Ugggh, how do we get that back? That man’s face you made, predominantly green, but with geometric shapes in it, so hard to describe art but hoping this rings a bell in your brain and it retrieves memories for you of what it looked like and even how it came to be
You married an artist
Both your son’s are talented artists although Jack isn’t watering his gift at the moment, it will always be there for him
I love the scarecrow cats you made! Meow! Also wish my cats were like your cats all lovey dovey instead of all this alpha beta territorial fighting all the time
It’s 5:27 am in the morning on your 51st and I’ve let this supposed to be poem run wild
It’s more like Jack’s hair than that perfectly sheen broccoli looking mountain atop of the later in life Snowman’s head
Let’s think of the early days though, that picture of you, Mom, and Dad in order of height when you were a Buddha baby
Better yet let’s just appreciate now and count the blessings
Chelsea I count you as a blessing, if you didn’t pick up on that amongst all that
Happy Birthday Big Sister!!!