My sister’s eyes were sea green and deep
Like pools in the Irish sea off the coast off Anglesey.
Moelfre where she swam ,despite the cold,
Like a small seal.Night times I told her stories,
She lay and dreamed them till schooltime
But we grew beyond my storytelling
When adolescence drew us apart.
Years later
As I sat with her child
At my knee,
Weaving stories for her
Around the Russian horse
From the antique shop in Aldeburgh,
I saw my sister leaning towards us,
Her green eyes full of long-lost yearning.
I realised she was still my loving little sister,
From long, so long ago, her green eyes,
In the deep caves of her inner sea ,filled with longing.
I felt she wanted to get back
Into the magic circle
Of the arms of the mother we
No longer had to hold us.
So, I took her inside my heart,
And hold her there always
How my heart sings 