I only have two aunts, but they are both special members of
the family. This poem, by Joyce Sutphen of Minnesota ,
captures for me the warm, loving feelings the word “aunt” brings to mind. 
The Aunts 
I like it when they get together 
and talk in voices that sound 
like apple trees and grape vines,
and some of them wear hats 
and go to Arizona 
in the winter, 
and they all like to play cards.
They will always be the ones 
who say “It is time to go now,” 
even as we linger at the door,
or stand by the waiting cars, they 
remember someone—an uncle we 
never knew—and sigh, all
of them together, like wind 
in the oak trees behind the farm 
where they grew up—a place
I remember—especially 
the hen house and the soft 
clucking that filled the sunlit yard.
American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry
Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine.  It is also supported by the Department of
English at the University  of Nebraska Lincoln .  Poem copyright ©2010 by Joyce Sutphen from
her most recent book of poetry, “First Words,” Red Dragonfly Press, 2010.  Poem reprinted by permission of Joyce Sutphen
and the publisher. Introduction copyright ©2011 by The Poetry Foundation.
 
 
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