
Dearest Sister,
I tried to write you a Christmas poem,
But I failed time and time again,
My simple words wouldn’t mush together into a sensible rhyme,
Just harmless scrambled letters and thoughts staring back at me,
Once again, I tried to write you a Christmas poem,
But I failed again, and again, and again,
So I went for a swim within my unconscious mind,
I dove into clear darkness lured by my sanity slipstreaming a truth,
And then ghostly harmony engulfed me to reveal what I already knew,
And I harvested the simplest row of letters planted by farmer time,
And I mushed them back together, into meaningful words guided by the Devine,
Words that lack any rhyme, but express the greatest gift know to humankind,
I love you, my dearest and only sister.
Merry Christmas.
RCH

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