Off To Aunty Millie's
school broke up and summers here
shipped off, a long bus ride
every holiday off I'd go
to my aunts house by the sea side
she opened the door, gave a monster hug
this lady seemed immense
the first thing to hit me was the smell
musty lavender, quite intense
she eyed me up and down a while
a look of pure distaste
now come child go unpack your bag
ran up the stairs with haste
the room I had was idyllic
clean bedding a lamp and a flower
looked outside to see the view
the bright light on Blackpool tower
aunty Millie gave me a shout
come down and help me cook
side by side we peeled the veg
in her eyes I dare not look
white collar buttoned to her chin
black skirt did sway below
grey hair tied in the tightest bun
not a strand allowed to flow
we sat around a table to eat
such a thing I'd never known
she asked of school and other things
her interest always shown
a home, a real life living home
for this childhood I would yearn
a small girl I was allowed to be
secure, friendly, but stern
three meals a day, every one home cooked
never afraid, no hand was raised
and best of all, when I was good
I was hugged and I was praised
my aunty Millie I loved her so
never wanted to go home
we said goodbye and off I'd go
once again withdrawn and alone
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