Sunday, 6 April 2008
wicked witch-----Read Write Poem/Monday Poetry Train
"aunts are ever so old who love you and pet you"
hearing my nephew say that I saw red
old? Was I old?
indulgent?
a favourite aunt of five kids
wish I was a wicked aunt
who could turn you back into those
small wee kids
lovable and loving
but, I wouldn't change a thing
not you, not me
I can still feel the thrill
of being an aunt for the first time
love is too mild a word
to explain away my feelings
for all of you, my sweet nieces
my lanky nephews
blessed I was five times
go ahead and say it over again and again-
"aunts are ever so old who love you and pet you-
I bet, you don't feel that way about me"
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Gautami, very nice auto-biographical take on the prompt. Have a great day.
ReplyDeleteI really like this, gautami, both for the way the poem flows, and for the feelings it describes. Not all aunts are as involved with their neices and nephews as the aunt in this poem, you! I love the repetition of the boy's statement, becoming the refrain of the poem.
ReplyDeleteI love these two lines:
ReplyDelete'for all of you, my sweet nieces
my lanky nephews'
I get an immediate sense of them in just six words. It's funny to think of being 'old' now, but being an aunt is the beautiful gift we get because of it!
This is great -- I love the lanky nephews!
ReplyDeleteOh, very nice, Gautami!
ReplyDeleteMakes me think of all my nephews, once so tiny and now they all tower over me!
Well done and very sweet!
:)
This is huge with love!
ReplyDeleteI love being an aunt
ReplyDeletevery nice.
ReplyDeleteThat's such a different reaction to mine when I was in a similar place, it makes me long for things to be different.
ReplyDeleteAnd no, you're not old.
well of course they don't....
ReplyDelete:D
ReplyDeleteGreat poem. Those kids are lucky to have an aunt like you. :)
ReplyDeleteDelightful, your love echos and builds.
ReplyDeleteThis leaves me laughing! Well done.
ReplyDeleteMy younger brother was 3 when our first niece was born. When she learned to talk it cracked us all up that he tried to get her to call him "uncle"!
Beautifully put
ReplyDeleteIt flows and is quite endearing.
ReplyDeleteDo you pronounce it as Ant or Ahntt?
ReplyDeletecriteria change with age, you know!
ReplyDeleteenjoyed this one :)