Happy Birthday, Jessi - February 2

There once was a girl named Jessica,
Played guitar, flute, not harmonica.
She was part of a set,
With hair white as spun gold,
Giggles, a wee "Miss" America.

Although she was born after her twin,
A cute dimple on cheek, not her chin,
Baby brother knew soon,
Of the two, she would be,
In charge, though she'd do it with a grin.

Known as Jessi, Jess, or Kabeski,
Of her siblings, born last--the baby.
But first being tallest,
Performed the best tantrums,
A charmer, a darling, a "Sweet Pea."

Her fav-o-rites she would choose early.
Loved all things pink, cuddly, and girly.
Shared bologna at lunch,
But made chocolate her own,
And her hair changed from straight to curly!

A joiner, she played sports, she played games.
But not wins, broken bones earned her fame.
Wrist, elbow, toes, were some,
Bum hip, sore shoulder, too,
But there's one more--put others to shame.

Riding her bike, racing, no helmet!
Bike flipped, Crash! Crunch! Bare head to pavement,
Concussion, scrambled mind,
Questions--her brothers' fun,
"Stop teasing, boys, This I'll not forget!"

Work, college, fun--finds time for it all,
Medical science, her cell, the mall,
Grown now, seems a short time,
Happy Birthday, Jessi
Your twenty-first--it's one you'll recall!