Opal
her name was
Opal
she should have been
Aunt
Opal
but she was
just
Opal
she was bossed around
and tossed around
by our Aunt Marie
we were afraid of her
Opal, that is
though Marie was no
sweet cup of tea
afraid just because she
looked different
though later
long after she’d gone
remembering her smiling round face
and thin slanted eyes
I guess we realized
but back then, we were kids
we didn’t understand
we didn’t see her much
and they didn’t tell us a thing
not who she was
not why she was there
not even that she was kin to our dad
a sister, in fact
she didn’t seem really loved
didn’t seem cared for that much
yet she was so quiet
and
calm
I’d love to go back
I’d love the chance
to smile and look up to her eyes
then
I’d take her hand
lead her gently around
and
call her my sweet
Aunt Opal!
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 9:03 PM UTC
Opal
her name was
Opal
she should have been
Aunt
Opal
but she was
just
Opal
she was bossed around
and tossed around
by our Aunt Marie
we were afraid of her
Opal, that is
though Marie was no
sweet cup of tea
afraid just because she
looked different
though later
long after she’d gone
remembering her smiling round face
and thin slanted eyes
I guess we realized
but back then, we were kids
we didn’t understand
we didn’t see her much
and they didn’t tell us a thing
not who she was
not why she was there
not even that she was kin to our dad
a sister, in fact
she didn’t seem really loved
didn’t seem cared for that much
yet she was so quiet
and
calm
I’d love to go back
I’d love the chance
to smile and look up to her eyes
then
I’d take her hand
lead her gently around
and
call her my sweet
Aunt Opal!
True.
