Great Aunt Edda was super friendly when I first arrived.
Hugging and kissing me, holding me a bit too long.
I was pushing away, because her perfume was overwhelming.
I could not breathe, thought I would die in a coma of smelly old woman.
She held tight, with the grip of an alligator’s jaw.
When we got home, I begged my mother to never take me back
She discounted my concerns; Aunt Edda was her favorite aunt.
God heard me though; she passed away in her sleep that night.
Categories:
edda, family,
Form: Free verse