My Best Friend

My best friend
You, who acts as my knight
The one who stands
Though you are not in sight.
As little girls we played and frolicked
Laughing heartily all the while
Even when mom made us pot-lucked stew.
Despite the flaws
Despite the insecurities
We'd always pretend to be the bosses of spas.
Your precious Princess Rat
We cherished her endlessly.
I didn't like your nephew who spat.
Hats, scarfs, big ol' dresses.
Spacious backyard's, filled with fun
So many messes
That we had to clean up.
And that one night
Where we cried forty-five oceans.
Acted like gangsters, saying "sup"
You are the very best friend
So this email is coming to a cheerful end, or something like that.
Now I will press "Send".