Terry D. Sutherland

AUNT GRACE

In the cool of the eventide
After Sunday’s stifling meet
We pile in the Ford and ride
To the depot; a train to greet

Aunt Grace has come to stay
Until the summer comes to end
Aunt Grace is always kind and gay
She’s the little ones’ best friend

Her Sunday picnic basket
Is chalked with chicken fried
If you want from her, just ask it
With a smile she’ll certainly comply

Grace is our mother’s sister
And they look so much alike
But Grace never had a mister
She was single all her life

She’ll stay until school begins
And fall is in the air
She’ll patch our scraped shins
And braid the girl’s hair