Aunt Rose

Aunt Rose
by Jim Culleny
via 3QuarksDaily

… the last
20 yrs
of her life
after her
mother
died
she sat
at that
kitchen
table
hating
the irish

drinking
scotch
mist

&
clipping
obits

loneliness
spread out
in front
of her

like
family
jewels

&
now
years
later
i remember
i had no
kindness
for her

4 Comments

  1. powerful!

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  2. Sounds to me like gloom is what she wanted, and probably pushed kindness subtly or not-so-subtly away…

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    • That could be. I see it as one of those chicken-or-egg situations.

      I don’t regret the times in my life I was kind and it wasn’t reciprocated; I regret the times I wasn’t kind.

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      • Beautifully said — words upon which to meditate

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