Three Sisters

My sister's visit ended yesterday. The young ones left on Friday.  So this seems a good moment to put Janet's poem into the blog.

Three Sisters  (by Janet Dean Knight)

 Three sisters in a seaside flat 

One in a shawl, one in a hat

One in a flowery dirndl skirt

With a pink and white seersucker shirt

Telling tales to one another,

Remembering an absent brother.

Their husbands scattered far and wide

Elusive as the evening tide

Are missed, but not so desperately

As spoils their appetite for tea,

Or blunts their sharp imaginations.

For literary deliberations

Result in stories quite fantastic 

Producing pages of romantic

Fiction, chapters of horrendous crime

And layers of seductive rhyme.

We talked to the absent brother in Zoom. As for our scattered husbands - one, Ken is no longer with us - he now, I hope, sleeps safe in "the everlasting arms", safe in Jehovah's memory, every hair of his head numbered, and has such a wonderful awakening ahead of him. He will be so surprised. George was in Yorkshire, keeping the home fires burning (and the chickens fed), and Captain Moth-Butterfly was very present, entertaining the little girls, tackling the washing up, and valiantly doing seaside and playground things.

We had a Thai takeaway from the Lemon Grass on Thursday night, with me having a time out for the meeting and my part in the School. Friday was a writing and shopping day, Saturday writing.

And today is our next session of the PURSUE PEACE Convention - we start - at 9.30 with a shortened Watchtower. I am so looking forward to it - and it will tide me over the strange feeling I always get when family guests leave.

Jehovah truly is the God of all comfort.