Monday, April 07, 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?
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"
Come ride the Poetry Train...