Since I've had the blog, I have posted one of my sister Asti's poems each year on her birthday. Today she would have tuned 30 years old. She left us too young, she was only 19. Asti, I love you and I miss you so much. Happy Birthday.
Today I will make myself
better than yesterday.
I will forget the past and
Continue to press toward the goal.
This game is my game.
I will exceed at being the best on the field.
Today we win.
My stick stops every ball,
My legs don't stop running.
Today I will make myself better than yesterday.