Aunty Elsie's Bathroom

It can be quite amazing to an older mind that's stretching back. Do these memories tell the truth? Or are they somewhat distorted? But three times in a few minutes? In that bathroom at Aunty Elsie's house? Sometimes I grasp my right hand with my left. I seem to be saying, Cease, quit! Stop that at once! Do not wriggle or jiggle with temptation, to hold that private part of me. I seem to be pondering on those times, wondering what this hand wishes to achieve. Why did she have such an interesting son, that older cousin David, in those teeshirts and sneakers, showing me how to climb trees and hide in leaves, and do things? Amazing, yes, as thoughts reach back to so many years ago. Did I really do that in Aunty Elsie's bathroom? Three times in a few minutes? (27 Dec 2023) (Elsie appears in two other poems: "A Rubbing of Hands" and "Coronation for a King")