Remembering Aunt Roberta

Memory:

Aunt Roberta’s house: When we were young we all liked going to Stevie’s. At Aunt Berta’s house we were always treated special. It was like having an alternative Mom. She even had an alternative Pond. When we went over there we did not want to go back home. Even though it was only ten miles away by the time we got home we would fall fast asleep in the car. It was the place where Uncle Will brought wild horses. A poem by Basho reminded me of my Uncle Bob Gray: Against the four wooden floor I threw a silver-glazed cup breaking it to pieces. Look, now, the slender curve of your sword, half-drawn. Basho I wrote the following poem to commemorate the occasion: It happened when I was about eight. My Aunt Roberta said these cups will not break. But my Uncle Bob said they would not last and he throw one across the room. When I saw it smash on the floor, that was when I became an iconoclast. DS Poem March 26, 2018 Book Two Poem 895 A Cloud withdrew from the sky A Cloud withdrew from the Sky…” (895) Emily Dickinson A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliaries Are forever lost to me Had I but further scanned Had I secured the Glow In an Hermetic Memory It had availed me now. Never to pass the Angel With a glance and a Bow Till I am firm in Heaven Is my intention now.