These Things Pass

[Wjames]

These Things Pass
 
My aunt Lottie lived to be one hundred and two,
she drank her coffee as watery
as the eyes of some of her friends,  I really like this imagery.
or the amount of oil to salt water
we were getting when we finally
closed downed the oil leases,  I sort of agree with the others about this oil, salt water section being confusing, and weaker than the eye imagery.
precipitating me to leave town I don't like your use of "precipitating me", it irritates my ears for some reason. I would substitute another phrase.
and move far away.
The next time I saw her,
was some years later.
She met me at the door unafraid,
(Thank god they'd taken her guns away)
telling me she knew what I wanted,
and that she was dialing 9-1-1.  What did you want?
She had been my favorite aunt,
my only aunt really.
She used to come and take me
to the "Corner Drug Store"
and buy me tuna fish sandwiches
on toasted bread and a coke
mixed the old fashioned way,
but just like the Easter Bunny,
These Things Pass.  I like the wistful ending.
 
erthona
 
©2016

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