two great aunts

I remember
never as much
as Aunt Nervina,
with her night shift fingers makings dolls,
and
her photos, and her pale skin.

I do these chores,
never as thoroughly as Aunt
Demitt,
with her hoeing the peas,
and flower beds,
her
face a leather road map to work,
from her final
sick bed,
reminding me to “get some on the side.”

A slip
of tune?
Thank you. Auntee–

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About m.a. wood

writer, thinker, musician, teacher
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One Response to two great aunts

  1. amabear says:

    “night shift fingers”
    is incredible.
    thank you for this.
    really deepened my day.
    delightful.

    Liked by 1 person

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