Aunt JudyA Poem by kristiluA prose poemUncle Wayne brought Judy back from Germany, in the early 1950s, when he was stationed there while in the army. She must have thought to populate America with little half-German babies. Three boys and three girls, all propped up like little soldiers, smiling, their bright brown eyes just like their mother’s. Three sets of Hansels and Gretels. They spoke German at home, and English everywhere else. That must have seemed strange for a child. Bitte. Yes, please. Ich weiss nicht The story my mother tells of when the first child, Edie, was still an infant, Judy lived with my parents. She had never used a washing machine, And when she went to wash the cloth diapers, She didn’t know to rinse them first. “There was a s**t ring around the entire barrel of the washer,” said my mother. Aunt Judy had lived simply, it seems, back in Germany. She would have had to, with the state of that country after the war. All those children, an army of celebration. © 2011 kristilu |
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Added on February 28, 2011 Last Updated on February 28, 2011 AuthorkristiluClearwater, FLAboutI remember the first time someone said to me, "You are a writer." At times I don't feel much like one, or at least never that compelled or productive. But I still hold those words tight in my hands. .. more..Writing
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