Aunt May
She is arrogant and a tiny bit rude
She comes into the house on a run
Wanting to repair all of us
She is our mother’s sister, the oldest of ten
Aunt May! We yell, loving her in spite of herself
For she also has a side that will do anything for you.
She will babysit, mow, take your paper route,
Bring you homemade cinnamon rolls dripping with icing.
She is trying to fix mom now.
Mom had never needed repaired
But she wants to fix her nonetheless.
Mom rolls her eyes; tells us to go play.
But wait she has snatched my sister’s britches off.
She is insisting on a needle and thread so she can repair them.
My sister runs off screaming, angry as all get out.
Her embarrassed boyfriend slides silently out the door.
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