Sunday, May 19, 2013

At Auntie's House #169







A fistful of dandelions
and wishes,
ear-pealing squeals,
panting and sweaty,
sprawled out on a blanket
pulled from Auntie's bed.
She didn't have any children;
she had me instead,
running into her house
looking for her kisses.

She was my sun-
her love imprinting
all my days.  



Join us at The Mag #169

15 comments:

  1. ... this was my Auntie Louise! Lovely poem.

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  2. A glimpse into a corner of life, the more vivid and vital for its relative brevity.

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  3. beautiful tribute to unconditional love..xx

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  4. And a dandelion bouquet can be worth all the posh flowers from a shop! lol

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  5. Tender, colorful, beautiful...

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  6. Ah, the Magpie crew rocks. Thank you for reading and commenting. Making my rounds and enjoying what you do. Looking forward to chatting more.

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  7. A tender relationship shared through your poem. By the way - I like the tagline on your blog! Glad to know the leap is also glorious!

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  8. Aunties house is indeed a shimmering, energetic structure.

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  9. Kutamun, welcome to B&G. Looking forward to reading your work as well. Thank you.

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  10. ...a heart warming read... thanks for the poem... smiles...

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  11. Hi Kelvin,

    Thanks for taking time to read and comment. Will be by soon.

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  12. Oh this brought back sweet memories of my own auntie...

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