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Never met her, yet I've heard the crazy Tante von Vogt lived her life as any would, if they were crazy. She'd walk to butcher's each week no nod greeting who might pass. She'd buy four hundred grams’ meat, ask for bones to bag. At the baker's, she'd buy bread, a brown loaf to last the week. Tucked it neatly under arm and took the path home. She fed the meat and the bones to her feral cats and dogs. Then she'd eat her bread and broth to tease her belly. Her emptiness never known, her mind reached doleful corners. Her heart had dried up, withered, wilted without him.

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Bill Baker

Date: 4/4/2024 6:51:00 PM

Dramatic poetry, Linda. A sad poem that is too real to not impact my mind and heart. So sad to be alone and to have lost a spouse or love. Thanks for keeping us mindful of those that are alone and need help and some attention. Smiles ~ Blessings Bill

Linda Alice Fowler
Date: 4/4/2024 7:31:00 PM

Thank you dear neighbor. I am always mindful of the elderly. I think most Americans are unaware, or uninterested in the precious resource of our elderly. Thanks for commenting Bill! :)

Tonye George

Date: 4/3/2024 4:02:00 AM

A missing void can make us spend most of our years and lives unhappy and less creative. She'll heal.

Linda Alice Fowler
Date: 4/4/2024 10:01:00 AM

One can only help themself. I hope she is happy with her animals. Thanks for stopping by to comment Tonye!

Paul Bell

Date: 4/2/2024 4:43:00 AM

This is what happens when you have a soul mate who pops his clogs before you. Some go a bit loopy, and befriending animals become their thing. In saying that, they have character.

Linda Alice Fowler
Date: 4/4/2024 9:59:00 AM

Yes, indeed they do have character Paul. So nice of you to say so. ;) Good to see you my friend, hugs :)

Gershon Wolf

Date: 4/1/2024 8:45:00 PM

Well, ... all saints are a bit crazies, and all crazies have a bit of sainthood in them. So, I don't know about this 'Tante.' ~ Tonto, aka Jay Silverheels

Linda Alice Fowler
Date: 4/4/2024 9:58:00 AM

This is a made up story of a true Tante I once heard. righto kemo sabe! Thanks gw. :)

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 4/1/2024 5:25:00 PM

you're a great storyteller, Linda. I found this poem/story poignant, especially 'her heart had dried up, withered, wilted without him. That was so true of my mother after my father's passing. Rambling. The picture (painted by Van Gogh?) was the perfect illustration.

Linda Alice Fowler
Date: 4/4/2024 9:55:00 AM

It happens to some couples - such strong bonding. Actually the painting is a rendering of Van Gogh's "Head of a Peasant Woman". I had a different picture, but it is so sad, too sad to post it.

I Am Anaya

Date: 4/1/2024 8:18:00 AM

Interesting how she is kind to her pets and thinks less of herself, Mother Teresa or just berserk? Good tale, told of one of Van Gohs! Enthralling storyteller, Linda hugs~Anaya

Linda Alice Fowler
Date: 4/1/2024 9:36:00 AM

They did call her crazy. ;) Yup. Van Gogh it is. I am glad you enjoyed this one bff and thanks for the encouraging comment! hugs :)