First picture, Left, Elsie (1920-2003) the author’s
mother; and to the right, Aunt Betty (1985); the second picture, left
Is the author, with his older brother (Mike),
around 1957?
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Wasn’t it something, brother of mine, in those far-off days of lost
time—
Our youth, when the weekends came, out to old
Aunt Betty’s we
went visiting—playing cards, or Monopoly?
It all comes back to me today, —as I am old,
and you are gray.
Yet we patter from day to day, awry…
Why, I can see us now, in the kitchen,
cardboard table, a deck of
cards
And her face, and your face and my face too,
and there is mother
drinking coffee, Betty also…
#3866 (4-21-2013)
Note: here the poet tries to convey in the simplest
language the richness of the world around us, in this case one that is part of
the past.