My
Dear Aunts (Imitation of The Aunts)
by Levi Kyllo
I think back to a time my aunts were young
Full of energy, youth still lingering
The air so fresh and pure when they’re around
Their laughs are distinct, but still similar
A feeling of home they have brought tonight
Money not an issue, never a penny in sight
They know how to have fun on starless nights
It was their father you see, who taught them well
He raised them good, he raised them right, he did
What he could to make his daughters see the light
The aunts’ brothers helped shape them, yes they did
Maybe even more so than the parents ever did
With four older brothers, trouble is to be expected
Which is why each one of them turned out to be such
tough kids
Growing on up, their paths start to take shape
One goes to college, the others hesitate
Money matters now, they begin to see
How the system works, how cruel it can be
Years go by, like a beggar on the street
Expecting something from society
Because somehow society owes them
Now back to the present, the deed already done
They have bloomed and blossomed five years since
Ready or not, it came with a loud bang
Like fireworks in July, or a Rockies’ game
They should be glad this happened, not gloomy nor
sad
It re-centered their focus on the good times to be
had
Debt behind them, relationships in front
Their sights are set on family and love
Obstacles overcome, tears set aside
In remembrance of their brother, they all sigh.
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The Aunts
by Joyce Sutphen
I like it when they get together
and talk in voices that sound
like apple trees and grape vines,
and some of them wear hats
and go to Arizona in the winter,
and they all like to play cards.
They will always be the ones
who say “It is time to go now,”
even as we linger at the door,
or stand by the waiting cars, they
remember someone—an uncle we
never knew—and sigh, all
of them together, like wind
in the oak trees behind the farm
where they grew up—a place
I remember—especially
the hen house and the soft
clucking that filled the sunlit yard.
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