Aunt Suzy and My Beagle
I don’t remember anything about her,
except her name. Aunt Suzy. I last saw
her 55 years ago. My dad loved her –
couldn’t say enough fine things about her,
so if my dad thought she was okay,
then she was okay. Sweet, kind, and sort
of a looker, it was said. Dad’s sister, my
Aunt Suzy. Anyway, I don’t’ remember
anything about her, except her name,
and the time that she gave me a pocket
load of change and I bought myself
an itsy-bitsy little porcelain dog
at the Salvation Army charity shop
because I wasn’t allowed to have a real one
that barked. I called him Beagle.
I still call him Beagle –
‘cause he is.
A beagle, that is.
.
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Margo’s Tuesday Tryout: The Wonder of Everyday Things
and We Write Poems: Memoir Project
He is adorable. I like your context for everyday. Good point. I have several of those I ignored although I wanted to put them in. The poem is precious without being gushy. I very much like the repetition and the stanza breaks.
Totally adorable. Look at those eyes, would’ja? He’s travelled the world with me, never packed in a box for hauliers, always in my purse. I’m glad that you liked this little ditty for him. Actually, he might be a she – not sure.
Those little things that sweep a person back into your mind are true treasures! I had a live beagle that looked just like him. Of course his name was…wait for it… got it Snoopy! Thanks M
Snoopy! Oh, Carol, how wonderful. I love that.
fantastic, is there a photo we could see?
Hi Emma, and welcome. Can’t you see Beagle’s photo at the top of this post?
Delightful verse.
A lovely and loving memory of your Aunt, and good for your Dad, giving you this insight into his sister.
The poem is well spun, and the beagle too cute!
Thanks, Irene!
Love the photo, who could resist. Your words sent me back sixty years, to the only time I met my Dad’s foster sister. She visited me in the hospital, bringing me a gift, a small stuffed lamb, white with a pale blue bow. I don’t remember her, but I do remember the gift. Thank you,
Elizabeth
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Little objects with big memories, eh?
nicely done indeed….thanks for sharing your words
Beagle is adorable…an absolutely cutie.
I like how in the poem you move the reader’s focus from the woman (Aunt Suzy sounds rather intriguing) to her small gift which allowed you to get and have Beagle.
-Nicole
Thank you, Nicole! I’m glad to you enjoyed reading it.