My Aunts By Ellyssa Pearce

There are five of these women in my life

All are different but come from the same

Man and woman we all need to respect,

I see them laugh and love but when apart

Their words could burn one another to the

 Bone and scar the tender belief they hold together

One has the name of the respected woman

But she scares me with pressure and the beliefs

She holds so close and only wishes to share.

Another holds herself with pride but scarcely

Receives a steady hand to hold her when

That face is shattered and needs to be put back together again

The next is broken but has been glued back

Into a place in a careful and sweet embrace

Hoping to never see the blow that divided

Her from where she was to where she stands now.

The fourth confuses everyone, she seems lost,

She avoids the prying of understanding through

Harsh remarks not meant to cut but just sting

She is left alone to think and find what she really wants.

The last I’ve never seen but am told I have the same want.

She has the same name as a cousin to

Show she won’t be forgotten and lost but

Her worth is lost when they use that buried

Thought as a way to gain something she never

Imagined she could bring to the surface,

These women are cherished by many

But forget to open their arms and

Allow calm to swim through and take away

Important projects and the things they think they need

And let a recollection of a life they once

Shared open their eyes to the importance

Imitated from : The Aunts By Joyce Sutphen