Little Blue Suitcase
Mom’s sister,
Lorry, was so apropos,
most correct old maid aunt
in navy blue turban with pin,
granny glasses,
self-assured in sensible shoes,
purse over left forearm,
her small portmanteau
gripped right,
I loved Lorry, now I know.
But then one day,
I had to let Lorry go.
Back then,
what the hell did I know,
long, long ago?
Look both ways, to the past for memories,
to the future for better days.
Mind the gaps in memory but hold on to what you can.
Our Literary Journey 
Funny how we see the people in our lives with a rearview mirror.
Lovely ode to Aunt Lorry and her proper ways.
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Thanks, Dale. I’m not sure she understood our foibles and the human condition. Yet, every week she mailed me a Dennis the Menace cartoon from the paper along with word puzzles. That is how she saw me. 🙂
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How sweet is that? I love it. We should all have an eccentric aunt 🙂
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Wow, I’ve never used this word before.
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Nor have I. But I do have hers.
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They say that hindsight is a wonderful thing. She was clearly one of a kind!
My 59!
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Indeed, Keith.
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Dear Bill,
Such a sweet tribute. Hindsight’s always 20/20 they say.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle.
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Bill,
I could see her in my mind’s eye as you sketched her from memory, in shades of love, regret, and newfound admiration. Wonderful.
pax,
dora
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Thanks, Dora.
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