Dearest Sister

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