My Auntie and Me

My Auntie was an artist

A painter and a teacher

My favorites were her fabrics

Sown into billowing curtains and

Textured table clothes and pillows

Scattered throughout the house

In vibrant colors

As the sea breezes breathed in and out

For she always lived by the sea

 

With her thoughtful face

And twinkling eyes

She loved the child I was

I wished I had asked her

To tell me stories of her beatnik life

And how she adored her policeman father

 

I was a passive child

Observing life around me

Absorbing some of it

Rather than taking it

In my two hands

And bringing it in close

To examine in the light

I missed so much by not

Asking my questions

 

Some one kissed that girl

And woke her up

She is learning how to ask

Her questions now

Who and what formed

These beautiful creatures

My Auntie and me

 

© 2013 Julie Clark

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Categories: beauty, Faith, Life, Love, Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

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2 thoughts on “My Auntie and Me

  1. It’s a sad “like.” Why does it take us a half-century to realize passive isn’t good?

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