Aunt Sylvia

They remind me of her, the

sparkling silver earrings, smooth

white elegant, fingers carefully

lifting them from the box,

her fragrance, the white silk

blouse she wore, delicately

applied make-up, pale pink

lipstick, translucent powder.

 

earrings

She was overjoyed at the gift,

father took a photograph of her,

it too was in the box among

treasured possessions, my dear

aunt Sylvia, slim, chic, I will never

forget seeing her one warm

spring afternoon, a yellow

silk dress matching coat

and yes, her favourite earrings.

RG

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