Aunt Tilley
- peter7930
- Oct 20, 2019
- 1 min read
Old Aunt Tilley
From Nantucket Island
Who babysat my brothers and sister and I
With a battery of weapons;
A sharp tongue;
Tales of the unexpected;
Wrinkles to the hilt,
And a hairy chin
That would dive-bomb us at bedtime,
Setting off the first explosions in my youth,
Spiking my held breath;
Injecting into my future
An incurable love for life
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