I never had an Aunt Edith since she
Who would have been died after a few months
And is buried in a very small grave
Still, I've done my best for her, casting her
In this role and that. (Read my third poem
About the eleven thousand virgins
Who traipse about with Saint Ursula; she
Is the third virgin in the second row, the one
Who's halo is slipping sideways, annoying
The virgin next to her). She'd have been tall
I tell her when she comes by, and funny
And have had a fondness for large hats.
Now, though, she wants to know more
What jobs did she have? (Mostly clerical
Though during the war she learned to weld)
Did she marry? (Twice, once happily)
What was wrong with the bad marriage?
(I'll get back to you on that).
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