
A ‘Rhymer’ for Sis
Was luxury having the home back again,
of wolfing down breakfast at 4 a,m
in my dressing gown and jocks;
and my mulligatawny of Jerri and Jane
frazzled in their frocks
remembering, remembering those times
with Mattie in the tent —
of a glorious youth deliriously misspent;
o, the plethora of pens at my side
inviting me to paint them any colours I liked ;
the clatter and clashes of dishes in the sink,
the luxury of noise again, no longer need to think
of that other, ‘my brother’ still deep in sleep.
Walking back and forth
between bedroom and desk.
Not caring if later I feel a wreck,
A carnival of lights, the pulse of productivity,
I gobble down the morning, this one’s for me !
& this one’s for you, sis! See you next time.
O, the luxury of writing once again in rhyme.








