To My Lonely Sister, The Moon

To my lonely sister, the moon.

It's dark as I sit here alone in my room, but never mind,

Your company is always good when I sit here in complete solitude.

I know you are lonely too. You see, we like twins, you and I.

Oh, drat those people down below, constantly ruminating about me.

I don't have to do anything for them to say bad things. They talk anyway,

even if I haven't done anything wrong.

Sometimes I sit here, during the day when you're sleeping, and I wish

that the sun would burn them all to cinders.

My dear moon, please forgive me, for I am not a horrible person.

It's just that they talk so loud, inside my head, day and night;

Nevertheless, I am grateful that I have you to talk to.

My life would be so dull without you.

Anyway, do you want to know about my day?

I can tell you anything, because I know that everything we say stays confidential. I am eternally thankful for that.

Well, my dear sister.

I was cleaning my room today when I was interrupted by a loud noise. I was hoping for a quiet day, but oh no! That wasn't going to happen.

My two grandchildren decided to disturb the peace. They stormed into my room and sulked because they didn't want to tidy their rooms for Mummy.

The cheeky little mares decided that Grandma should rescue them. I mean, how crafty of them!

Anyway, they did tidy up, only to make a mess again.

Sometimes I get angry because my peace is always disturbed, though I do love them to bits.

I guess that's why I'm always alone. Nobody understands that my depression causes me to be overwhelmed, but you do, moon.

You understand more than anyone why I need to be alone.

I like sitting here, by this window, talking to you, even if I seem crazy to others. Yes, they dare call me that.

Time, and time again, you've told me, silently, that I'm not going mad,

How am I supposed to hear you when my family only ever think I'm bad?

Dear Sister,

It's good to have someone like you in my life. All you ever do is sit up there, silently listening to me complain. You never judge or ask for anything. You offer me your listening ear, which is all I need down here, though I wish I could hug you once.

My dearest sister, I have nothing physically to offer you. The only thing I have is plenty of love.

I give that freely.

My dearest moon, talking to you means I can reach my Gran in heaven, and love is the sweetest and dearest gift of all. She taught me that.

You sat here tonight, listening to me whinging like a crazy bat.

I offer my heart and soul to you.

Gratitude is what makes this universe kinder.

Thank you for being my lonely twin,

Your sister,

Carol.

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