Nobody Passed like Aunt Sis Did

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Sun, 31 Jan 2016
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“The best thing about getting old – one doesn’t lose sleep
over niceties; ladders in one’s stockings – clapping 
at the wrong spot at a concert; standing at a bus-stop...
frock, inadvertently tucked inside one’s drawers.”  
 
No, no, no, my child; you can take it from me – life’s  
too short, by a long chalk!” so lectured inimitable, Aunt Sis...
 
between bites of sarnies served by a ‘to-die-for’ male nurse,
her words, not mine.  “Nice to be pampered for a change...
except...egg and cress plays havoc with one’s dentures...” 
 
scrubbing them with gusto – full-set in hand...sitting up
in bed in her very latest crocheted creation; a purple, green
and red striped beret – letting rip the most amazing fart, 
second only to ‘The Guns of Navarone’ in ferocity.  
 
That hat of hers – what it lacked in artistry, it made up for
in quirkiness; it was her to a ‘T’...dunking her Hobnobs
slurping her hot-chocolate from the saucer...
 
How well I recall being in two minds at the time, torn
between the urge to take her in my arms – squeeze her 
to bits...or pass her a man-size box of Kleenex...all this, 
 
only a day before the legend that she was, passed, 
colourfully, on.
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Comments

Submitted by celticman on

egg and cress, pretty disgusting. But I guess being old there is the time to be bold. And nothing beats life for saying the rest is just a pain. 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

'Amen' to that, celticsmiley

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I felt I was watching the scene as a fly-on-the-wall! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Gosh, Rhiannon... if you were, you would undoubtedly have been a very pretty fly...perhaps a Lacewingsmiley  Tina