I know what they want _ Why they stare after me; Sea ruffles the small pebbles, Stirs them, forgets them, And retreats. Lamentations of the seagulls cut the air. There are watchers - I know of them _ Aunts tall and lonely on the stairs, Waiting for the postman who will never come. I have watched them, at Daybreak in their lonely ways. They have come upon me as shadows, Signs, portents. I have pasted smiles upon my lips and stared.
Reason for writing:
I had a couple of aunts, on my mother's side of the
family, named Thelma (she never married), and Lillian.
Aunt Lillian was an elementary school teacher, evidently
a divorcee judging from her sirname. The memory of these
two women, who must have led rather lonely lives as they
never had any relationships, together with some associ-
ations gathered from reading over the years, got me started
on this one. I hope my readers, whoever and whenever, will
enjoy and post a reply (review, critque, whatever).
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