Aunt Minnie loved me. She told me
Jesus loved me as she
Taught me to play marbles with buckeyes
On her worn rug, below the photos
On the upright piano.
The privy out back was too big, she gave me
A white enamel pail instead under the grape arbor.
When I was hungry, she fried me a cake
Of leftover mashed potato: heaven! And
What she had.
Aunt Minnie loved me. When I was older, I learned
That in the home, where she died, Aunt Minnie kept
My baby face on a table, and every night,
and put me to sleep
inside the drawer,
Her little white baby.
— Frances Huggard Migliaccio (2008)
(Published in Bow Wave, Issue 639, May 8, 2012)