AC (6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)

Great Aunt Constance

As I turn the pages of your life
I see a darkened room lined with books
And a small hunched figure, pen in hand
Dabbing at the corner of her mouth
With a man's handkerchief

As I search the bookshelves of your life
I see sonnets and novels and plays
And piles of letters to friends and students
You taught with your funny little voice
High pitched, like a child's

At twenty you opened your own school
Rosbercon, where children were allowed
To write with their left hand
And where no one was punished
Because they didn't understand.

Years after your death, I read your diaries
And learned about your friend Mrs. Jose
Whom you had loved passionately
And platonically for sixty years.

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Comments (6)

ALLIE>>>A MOST UNIQUE DELIVERY...AS OPPOSED TO NARATING TO YOUR AUDIENCE, OR STATING VERSED VIEWPOINT OR DEPICTION, YOU CHOSE TO ALLOW YOUR READERS TO BE PRIVIED TO A PRIVATE ACCOUNT OF YOUR AUNTS ACCOMPLISHMENTS DIRECTLY TO YOUR AUNT...I DON'T THINK I HAVE EVER DONE THAT....I LIKE THIS A GREAT DEAL AND IT CERTAINLY SOUNDS LIKE YOU CAME FROM A MOST MULTI-TALENTED FAMILY, WHICH EXPLAINS A LOT ABOUT YOU'''''''''''''''''''''''FJR
A poem which brings back memories via empathy. Mine was of Mr Green, who at ten, I loved so much I once called him Dad in class to great hilarity for the other 30 kids, and even greater embarassment to me, as you may expect. Lovely poem. Patrick
Your tribute poems are so observant and loving, Allie. What a good soul this woman was... Through her actions she taught love, acceptance and self-worth. No doubt, her lessons have trickled down the generations! Thank you, Esther : ]
Beautifully written Alphonse, I'm sorry I didn't get the opportunity to meet Constance...
The more I read you, the more I adore you, wonderful talent (in every which way) that you are. t x
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