My hand trembling <br />trying to keep a straight face <br /> <br />drawing a seam <br />down the back of each of my Auntie’s legs <br /> <br />“Keep it straight…keep it straight! ” <br />she’d shriek <br /> <br />(giggle as it tickled) <br /> <br />I became quite an expert <br />at it. <br /> <br />Looking over her shoulder <br />coquettishly <br /> <br />her heavily mascaraed eyes <br />eying my handiwork <br />in the mottled mirror. <br /> <br />Her mouth <br />a perfect pout <br /> <br />a thread of crimson <br />squealing: <br /> <br />“Good man…good man <br />my lovely little man! ” <br /> <br />“Perfect job! ” <br /> <br />And then off we go <br />to Church <br /> <br />& pray to <br />God.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seams-nay-tis-not-seams-madam-it-is-for-auntie-nellie/
