Their Story
Brother and sister, they were mites,
barely three and four when their
father left and their mother left them
abandoned and the aunt who was not
really their aunt became the person
who mothered them, adopted them
as her very own. A confusing event
for the little ones but children are
adaptable when they recognize love
for the first time and cling feociously.
Though they saw their birth mother
on some rare occasions it was their
auntie-mother on whom they dispensed
love, lavished trust and their lives.
The gossamer-slender ties that
bound them were tight and lasting
for this was a bond thicker than
blood. The siblings now in their seventies
and in poor health, their auntie-mother is
in her mid-90s, frail and dependent,
long living in a seniors' home to which
she can no longer return resulting from
the level of medical care she requires.
So the infants become caretakers closely
attendant on her needs, seeking to provide
for her what she had done for them.
Love spins in circular webs of need.
Wednesday, October 26, 2016
Labels:
Poetry
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