cold wind
the house across the road
unlit
© Rachel Green January 2025
Are you still alive, my darling sister?
You must be, for you sent a Yuletide card
which is more than I could manage, blistered
purse from postage costs; these times are hard.
An old-age pensioner you have become
though governmental forces push back age
to sixty-seven years for such a small sum
as oligarchs push prices up the page.
The happiest of birthdays to you, dear girl
and multitudinous blessings for the year;
I hope there is much sunshine in your world
and your friends and family fill you with good cheer.
A healthful year ahead with all the good days
you could wish for, and bring your spirit's raise
© Rachel Green January 2025
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