Alice has seven sons,

but six are actually hers.

I just include myself,

seeing that I am the one

she calls whenever she needs

something “important” done.

Number 1 in her heart;

number 1 on her speed dial.

Master of nothing, I’m a jack of all trades.

“Just Google it and get me a hammer.”

Doctor, gardener, poet, psychologist,

pool boy, chauffeur, secretary, chef,

friend, personal trainer, greeter, host,

beach buddy, delivery man, lifeguard.

The list goes on

like a rollercoaster without an end.

We often finish each other’s sentences,

and we accept the never-ending salad bowl at

Olive Garden as a challenge.

She loves Shakespeare, lasagna, and

“It’s to die for,”

is uttered after almost every desert.

I hope I have her energy when I hit 80.

Just talking with her can make me exhausted.

Everyone needs an Alice,

because she makes life go on

with laughter and love.