The Aunties

Posted: May 11, 2019 in What Pegman Saw
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Oh, how my aunties scared me when I stepped out of line.
Screeching and preaching they descended en masse.
Hair all askew, arms waving. Each looking the same as the other in muumuus sewn from one, maybe two, bolts of glittering silver cloth.
After all, they were extremely large aunties.
At five I listened. At twelve I wished they would leave me alone. At sixteen I dreamed them all dead.
Now, at thirty, I want to conjure every piece of advise they passed down, doing their best to soften the tricky road to womanhood.

Be strong
Be gentle
Smile only when you mean it
Laugh loudly
Cry when needed
Open your heart when you can
But never, ever leave it susceptible to pain
Some men are kind
Some are cads
Make sure you can tell one from another
Have children
or not – you decide
We will always love you

Comments
  1. pennygadd51 says:

    What a lovely story! The last line is wonderfully powerful, and the whole concept is a delight.

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  2. k rawson says:

    How I love this! A fitting story of woman-power for mother’s day weekend. Each line packs a punch. I read it over and over with a big grin on my face.

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  3. Love the troupe of big aunties- I could see them. An what wise women they are – a lovely & heartening story Lish.

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  4. Joy Pixley says:

    That’s some good auntie advice there. And yes, the timing of how she reacted differently to it over the years rings so true to me!

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  5. Lovely story and poem, Lish.

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  6. Dale says:

    This was perfection, Lish! Loved it all the way through.

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