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 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
... this was my Auntie Louise! Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Helen. :-)
ReplyDeleteA glimpse into a corner of life, the more vivid and vital for its relative brevity.
ReplyDeletebeautiful tribute to unconditional love..xx
ReplyDeleteAnd a dandelion bouquet can be worth all the posh flowers from a shop! lol
ReplyDeleteTender, colorful, beautiful...
ReplyDeleteAh, the Magpie crew rocks. Thank you for reading and commenting. Making my rounds and enjoying what you do. Looking forward to chatting more.
ReplyDeleteA tender relationship shared through your poem. By the way - I like the tagline on your blog! Glad to know the leap is also glorious!
ReplyDeleteAunties house is indeed a shimmering, energetic structure.
ReplyDeleteKutamun, welcome to B&G. Looking forward to reading your work as well. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely lovely =)
ReplyDeleteThank you, M. Love what you do.
ReplyDelete...a heart warming read... thanks for the poem... smiles...
ReplyDeleteHi Kelvin,
ReplyDeleteThanks for taking time to read and comment. Will be by soon.
Oh this brought back sweet memories of my own auntie...
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