Aunt Rose
Aunt Rose
by Jim Culleny
via 3QuarksDaily
… the last
20 yrs
of her life
after her
mother
died
she sat
at that
kitchen
table
hating
the irish
drinking
scotch
mist
&
clipping
obits
loneliness
spread out
in front
of her
like
family
jewels
&
now
years
later
i remember
i had no
kindness
for her
powerful!
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Sounds to me like gloom is what she wanted, and probably pushed kindness subtly or not-so-subtly away…
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That could be. I see it as one of those chicken-or-egg situations.
I don’t regret the times in my life I was kind and it wasn’t reciprocated; I regret the times I wasn’t kind.
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Beautifully said — words upon which to meditate
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