Over The Weekend.

I think of my aunt
dead and gone.

Petite, she was
short in stature.

Nicely rounded
and very fair .

Her eyes were big
deep set.

Emitted anger
with a fire.

Delivered happiness
in a soft cool.

My family is known
for prominent eyes

The aunt of mine
was an idealist.

Straight in her thoughts
brief in her talks.

Could never brook indiscipline
was scrupulous in her ways.

She spent a lot of time with us
playing scrabble and monopoly.

Engaged us from distractions
by telling moral stories.

Kept us away from trends
not honourable.

She came home every weekend.
We had a memorable time.

Those days often come to my mind.
Alas! they cannot be lived again.

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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