It's a glimmer through the past
a walk upon the fringe of reality
where images of youth and time collide
swirl in their oneness until whole
And brings back little drops of yesterday.

I see the little brown haired girl
playing in the mud pies
always a smile and giggle
That ran upon her face a mile.

Those soft hues within her eyes
that dressed loves most perfect being
we would play at times for hours
drifting to the currents of home
Where mum and dad were waiting.

The years dim what for consciousness sake
the little habitants we call our home
stretches full circle and breeds upon the day
A new light, place, field and dream.

We've traveled far around this globe
seen the happy times, the sad
But I still picture the mud pie girl
Know the frolic of her tom boyish ways
That still cracks a chuckle here.

There's journeys we all partake
some easy, others hard
and along the way though tides separate
drifts each thought upon a distant gate
we share in the balance of what we are and were
The words that love and family hold so true.

My sister, is a dream of life
she holds her ways but constant and true
I see the world sometimes through her eyes
and know that there, as here, she's always near
where brother and sister by fates so sweet design
has crafted us together in a way divine.

So alas the years may come and they may go
the world may shine for what it does show
but the love we have, we share till the end
It's what by root we both defend.

A brother and Sisters love.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph