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.