The Three Sisters
That year we travelled to Ireland for Christmas.
Invited by the three sisters,
Distant relatives they were.
It was Christmas Eve and when we arrived we were greeted by the three spinster sisters,
Like in a Chekhov play.
The sisters kissed each guest and whispered in my ear,
'Thank you for coming, it would be nothing without you.'
They said that to everyone, every guest
And meant it too.
Next morning the snow had fallen,
Bringing that silent mystic holy hush to everything,
That only heavy snow will bring.
We opened our presents,
The sisters began to sing.
Everyone there could sing,
Could hold a tune, a melody.
Cherry wine and chocolate cheered us till dinner
Then we all sat down.
The food was stunning,
You couldn't finish a mouthful before one of the sisters would refill your plate.
Thank you, I said to the sisters, thank you . . .
One knelt down beside me,
Don't thank me, she whispered in a husky breath,
Don't thank me darlin',
Just pray for me . . . pray for me, she said . . .