My daughter called yesterday and said the girls were coughing and running a fever, so no church for them. Cliff and I decided to take the opportunity to drive down near Lake Of The Ozarks and visit his aunts (his mom's sisters). He especially wanted to see his Aunt Faye, who is recovering from a broken hip.
We always go to Aunt Gertrude's house first: It's just tradition with Cliff that you don't set foot out of the car in that town until you've checked in there. However, she wasn't home, and we knew Church was over by then. We'd driven past Aunt Lois's house and seen extra cars there; so we figured the three widowed aunts would likely be together on a Sunday afternoon. Sure enough, we found them there. There were some other folks there too, but we managed to to have a good visit with the aunts. I had my camera, but didn't even think to take a picture. Here's the poem I wrote last night:
VISITING CLIFF’S AUNTS
© February 12, 2006
We took a trip (a hundred miles)
To visit Cliff’s Aunt Faye.
Her aging face was wreathed in smiles
When she saw us today.
Two other aunts were with her when
We found them eating dinner.
On every face, a happy grin,
And each face was a winner.
Some years ago, Cliff’s mother died,
But in her sister’s faces
Resemblance cannot be denied.
We treasured their embraces.
The girls are still feverish this morning, so no school for them. They'll spend the day here.