Memory's , story's to pass on , gained this day.


CHILDREN GATHERD TO LISTEN

The kids beet a path to Aunty's house

Shat sat in her overstuffed armchair

Kettle always on the boil

Larder with bisects Chocolate Cooke's

Bottles of pop , every flavor known

Her grandchildren , children of neighbors

Children who had heard of old Aunty's story's

Aunty did not mind who's they were

As she sat , the children sat on the floor all around her

'' Well children '' '' all of you got a bottle of pop? ''

'' Bisects , cooks and cake?''

'' Yes , Aunty we have ''

'' Right , now why are you all hear ? ''

'' not fore my bisects , chocolate cooks , cake and pop! ''

'' I 'm bound'' , '' you could have them and more back with your mums and dad's ''

She said with a beaming all knowing smile

'' Story's Aunty '' , one pipped up

All the gathered children ecode their cry of their friend

'' Tell about the Great Wail ''

'' No tell us of the Great White Shark ''

'' No , no , I wona hear of the Manta Ray ''

'' The Parrot Fish , with human teeth! ''

Each child had a favored story of Aunty to tell , retell

'' Aunty do tell of do tell us when you were a Mermaid Lass '' ,

'' How you swam with sharks all those gorgeous creatures in the Ocean''

Aunty , hushed the children , and began her story's

Ken D Williams

The Dyslexic Wordsmith



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Written on 2012-08-26 at 22:53

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Soup in the Sand
Oooo reminds me of my old days in the meadow, telling stories to the children. They all sat around me, eager to hear the latest adventure. The stories this Aunty has to tell so laced with life and passion, I am sure would enthrall many wee ones, just as enthralled as I am with your wonderful work here, so many grand stories to go over time and again, relishing every moment, carrying on the love, passion- the life that has brought about these words. Lovely write, dear Mr. Ken D. Williams, can see it so vividly before me, adore it most ardently!!
2012-08-27


countryfog
As a child I spent much time with my grandparents, and it was, and still is, precious, but the thing I most regret now is that I never asked them to tell me their stories. Some important and defining part of me, their part, is irretrievably missing.
2012-08-27