Ode to My Elder Sister

When we were kids

And birthday's came.

I often thought,

It's all the same.

For many years

Our cakes were one.

And yet it was,

Still such fun.

Now at times,

We're apart.

And our husbands work

To do their part.

.... Umm ... at this point I realized that 1. my brain is fried, 2. I am not very good at writing poetry, and 3., that an excellent poet is attempting to go to sleep in a nearby bedroom.

Yo, Squidette! Help me out!