Auntie

[pocochon]

My aunt Deborah died when I was five years old. She had just turned 22 and clumsily fell from the top of the building while putting some clothes out in the sun.  All the family annually celebrate that date with a gastronomical feast, because she was no one's favorite (and I mean no one).

Oh Yeah, we hated her so much. I remember my father (in

Comments

[wingswithwar]

Wow. Such an angry poem. . . (good for you!! It's HONEST!) I think kids should not be judged in any way shape or form until they are at least 35 - the teens and twenties are such a painful odyssey of learning.

Sigh.

You show such a paradox here, with such a smoothed edge from the black to the white. I winced with the ref to the Catholic faith, but only because I'm Catholic. . .but I understood it, and it is well placed.

Heh. . .this one will stay on my mind today.

Well done.

[pocochon]

Well, I am already 35, so you can judge me ;-)
Glad you liked it, loved your comment.
Thanks,

PS. I am also Catholic.

Wow

[loislane55]

Intense Story. Why did ya'll hate her so much?

Re: Wow

[pocochon]

Well, Aunt Deborah never existed, but I always wanted to have one aunt like that to hate her... :-)