Contributor: Donal Mahoney
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She's always been a caution,
Aunt Matilda has,
what with her passion
for the young man
she lured home with
homemade cookies
and gin to mow
her spacious lawn
this summer afternoon
in the oven of 3 p.m.
She watches Jack
through the curtain
of her picture window
as his sweat drips
in rivulets
like Uncle Tim's.
Tim's been dead
twenty years now
but Aunt Matilda
sees him mowing
through the curtain
as she sips warm gin.
She keeps his martini
in his jelly glass.
She needs ice,
a pat on her fanny,
a grin from Uncle Tim.
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Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri.
I hope I'm that full of life when I'm an auntie! Great poem!
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