Aunty Wendy’s Aunty
Auntie Wendy’s Aunty.
Is preparing to die.
The thought makes me cry.
She knows how and why I love her
But I should double-check. Just make sure.
Spring to our 20′s,
Summer to our 40′s,
Autumn to our 60′s.
Winter to our deaths.
Winter is in my elders house.
Please wrap-up warm.
Take a scarf and hat.
Can I hold your hand?
Poem inspired by the photographed letter from mumzies sister, received the day before my brothers-daughter’s birthday. My neice, my namesake on a day when I am thinking of Auntly things. A day when I am glad that I’d booked a full 2 week holiday in the UK covering Christmas to be both aunt and niece in the same day, in the same company, in the same room.
I did not return to Britain for her brother’s funeral. I wrote letters, a poem and promised myself that I would join the family this Christmas.
