<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=516390" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At My Aunt's Unveiling</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AT MY AUNT’S UNVEILING </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At my aunt’s unveiling <br>There were five of us<br>Only five<br>One was a woman <br>A friend of hers<br>Not the closest one<br>But someone who knew her <br>And wanted to be a friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thousands of people had known my aunt<br>Hundreds had worked with or for her <br>She was born into a large family <br>But all of them were gone <br>Or out of it. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My sister and I were the relatives <br>My aunt had been very generous to us <br>And difficult for my sister<br>Who cared for her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had only been a taker all the years. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My aunt worked so hard for so many years<br>And she was ‘somebody’ in her world</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There were five of us there <br>And the ceremony short <br>No minyan. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was no sign of my aunt’s smile <br>Or her nervous energy or her superabundant love <br>‘Moll ‘as my mother called her <br>was not there. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see her so clearly in my mind now<br>‘What does it all mean? ’ my father would ask my mother <br>after reading of the death of another person they knew</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘What does it all mean’ </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When my sister and I go <br>The memory of my aunt <br>Will be gone forever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Shalom+Freedman">Shalom Freedman</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=516390" data-title="At My Aunt's Unveiling de Shalom Freedman" data-description="AT MY AUNT’S UNVEILING At my aunt’s unveiling There were five of us Only five One was a woman A friend of hers Not the closest one But someone who knew her And wanted to be a friend. Thousands of people had known my aunt Hundreds had wor..."></div> </div> </div>

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