Off To Aunty Millie's

school broke up and summers here shipped off, a long bus ride every holiday off I'd go to my aunts house by the sea side she opened the door, gave a monster hug this lady seemed immense the first thing to hit me was the smell musty lavender, quite intense she eyed me up and down a while a look of pure distaste now come child go unpack your bag ran up the stairs with haste the room I had was idyllic clean bedding a lamp and a flower looked outside to see the view the bright light on Blackpool tower aunty Millie gave me a shout come down and help me cook side by side we peeled the veg in her eyes I dare not look white collar buttoned to her chin black skirt did sway below grey hair tied in the tightest bun not a strand allowed to flow we sat around a table to eat such a thing I'd never known she asked of school and other things her interest always shown a home, a real life living home for this childhood I would yearn a small girl I was allowed to be secure, friendly, but stern three meals a day, every one home cooked never afraid, no hand was raised and best of all, when I was good I was hugged and I was praised my aunty Millie I loved her so never wanted to go home we said goodbye and off I'd go once again withdrawn and alone