As my Aunty Jill and i saw each others thoughts, and later talked liked friends.
So much for me to know she knows i’ve missed her.
And so as such i’ll show i love her, as a friend not just as my Father’s sister.
The red shorts were a distant muted laugh, and i’d forgiven her selling them on Arnold flea.
Until she smilingly gave me the photograph…..
Then passed it round, for all to see….
To be continued…..