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Our Auntie Maggie
By Stephanie Sideways
Our Auntie Maggie used to sit
On winter evenings she would knit
No sooner was one garment done
She'd go and start another one
Selected from her knitting kit
She'd always have a candle
lit
The gentle light it did emit
Was how it was when she was
young
Our Auntie Maggie
Our Uncle Dave worked down
the pit
He'd come home late covered in shit
There'd always
be a warm bath run
Poor sod, he barely saw the Sun
She loved
him so, the silly git
Our Auntie Maggie
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Copyright 2013 Stephanie Sideways
Published on Monday, February 25, 2013.
Filed under: "Structured" and
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
Another fun assignment .Comments on "Our Auntie Maggie "
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On Tuesday, February 26, 2013, BetaWolfinVA
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wrote:
i'll have to look ito roundels, elegant style it seams, thanks for sharing
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On Monday, February 25, 2013, dwells
(4284) wrote:
Auntie Maggie and Uncle Dave sound like somebody in all our family trees. Wondering what happened when that candle winked out? Marvelous and tenderly wrought, thanks Stephy
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On Tuesday, February 26, 2013, Stephanie Sideways
(276) wrote:
Yes. I think they still 'did it' ( In my head anyhow ) and I think they liked the candle lit. ;-) Pretty sure Uncle Dave scrubbed up alright!
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On Monday, February 25, 2013, FadedBlues
(2168) wrote:
...sweet poem, & brinds to mind 'my sweet old etcetera aunt lucy' (E E Cummings)...
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On Tuesday, February 26, 2013, Stephanie Sideways
(276) wrote:
I shall look it up. Would love to sit down and natter to you about your fav poems. You seem familiar with a few of the oldies. .....
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