I’d called to say I’d be late,
But she’d tried to stay awake.
She lay there dreaming on the sofa.
Afraid to scare, I gently woke her.
And despite the lines around her eyes,
I saw a childhood in her surprise,
It came to me as I leant to kiss her.
She has your smile, little sister,
And as I continue my journey,
I’ll swing this memory,
Like a beacon,
Against the cold.