Aunt Sally
Sometimes you like people better as you grow older. . .
Growing up, I considered my aunt, Sally, a gossip and a person consumed with envy. She liked to make fun of people, as she did with me over my crying and screaming after taking my beloved hobby-horse for my cousin, Mary.
Years later she befriended my mother after the death of my father.. They became inseparable. . .
a dragonfly
still circling my aunt's farm pond
alighting on mother's hand
Published September, 2015 Cattails
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