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Aunt Ruth

Aunt Ruth came to the door in her housedress and hairnet. Her dark hair cropped short allowing only the smallest curl to float free. It was right in the middle of her forehead. A spit curl I think they called it. We would visit her weekly just so see how she was doing. Ruth was said to have bad nerves, a term used then to mean all kinds of things from anxiety to alcoholism. I never really knew what it meant. I think I do now.

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Date: 6/18/2017 8:10:00 AM
Love it reminiscent of something it sounds like that I would write wonderfully poised like your style--- poems R us James Edward Lee Sr
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Mike Gentile
Date: 6/18/2017 8:12:00 AM
Thank you James
Date: 6/18/2017 7:47:00 AM
Such a gentle silence, a passionate caregivers plead and show for mercy, forgiveness and love Come see me as I am love me as God does don't forget me . beautiful well put poetically yours ---James Edward Lee Sr
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