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 . . .

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220August

Tue 30th Apr 2019 22:18

"Cherry wine and chocolate cheered us till dinner" - Good stuff there.

jennifer Malden

Fri 14th Dec 2018 18:21

Lovely read - done it again Hannah!

Jennifer

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Hugh

Tue 11th Dec 2018 01:16

This poem took us vividly there ,we were right by your side in Ireland.Well done.

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Martin Elder

Mon 10th Dec 2018 22:57

A truly stunning poem Hannah

Big Sal

Sat 8th Dec 2018 13:23

Makes my holidays and occasional familial visit look pale in comparison. Not a bad thing either, but one day my wife and I will have to emulate the sentiment of this piece - too good to pass up.

Kindness is worth more when it's passed around anyways. Life's little game of 'Telephone'. ?

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Hannah Collins

Sat 8th Dec 2018 09:35

Thank you so much Anya, Graham, Taylor and Ray.
Really appreciate your comments.
Ireland and the Irish are beautiful indeed.

Hannah

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raypool

Fri 7th Dec 2018 17:30

What a lovely poem this is, Hannah. It just brings such a glow and has a sort of humility to it which is refreshing. It makes me think of past suffering bringing depth of spirit to a place as I believe to be the case. There are different experiences there of course, some of them horrendous and hypocritical, but this speaks for itself!

Ray

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Taylor Crowshaw

Fri 7th Dec 2018 16:39

It resonated strongly with me Hannah..I have lived in Ireland for 25yrs now. Their warmth and generosity of spirit is renowned. It would seem that most young people can sing beautifully they have no inhibitions regarding the performing arts. You captured it so perfectly..?

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Graham Sherwood

Fri 7th Dec 2018 15:14

Really lovely warm feeling to this. I can hear music!

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Hannah Collins

Fri 7th Dec 2018 13:02

Thank you Jon.

Hannah

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Jon Stainsby

Fri 7th Dec 2018 13:00

Last line - wonderful.

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