Aunt Rose
Politely stood
with feet together
and socks not up
resigned and ready
the boy awaits
as towards him sails
coos and quivers
powered cheeks
and bright red lips
gently lifted
and tightly folded
into that powerfully perfumed
and well known chest
the boy succumbs
at last released
the boy stands silent
stoutly anchored
by straightened arms
whose purple-painted pointers
firmly grip
a set of shoulders not yet manly
then steeled and stoic
with eyes shut tight
the boy endures
as lips swoop down
still tirelessly exclaiming
to leave on his forehead
all wetly red
the grand finale
to the ever exuberant
softly yielding
yet firmly buttressed
obligatory embrace
duties now performed
and ritual complete
they return to their different worlds
carrying with them that inner glow
that mysterious warmth
each gives the other
that wondrous bond
the love of family
the power of blood.
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