Sister, Dear by Annabel Howarth

Sister, Dear

I picture you in snow-crisp white,

Slight fingers, clasping fur rimmed hood,

Round, chestnut curled, smiling face,

Light-reflecting, pinkened cheeks.

Stronger than I, when I feel strong,

Weaker than I, when I feel weak,

Integral part of life, of me,

No need to speak, when silence speaks.

It sometimes strikes me, sister, how,

I seldom speak to friends your name,

As of the others oft I do,

With powered passion or in pain.

I’ve pondered, timely, question why,

To this the simple answer clear,

For you just Are, as Tao in Pooh,

With tender love, my sister, dear.

by Annabel Howarth