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Mar 162014
 

by Weldon Sandusky

 

When my father died

We moved to the Hill Country.

And when my aunt died

We moved to Lubbock.

Blue Northers from the Panhandle

Blinding dust storms out of the West.

 

My mother’s other sister

Was our keeper and provider and we

Were not  unlike prisoners.

Me in high school.

My mother sick in bed.

 

The house was a two-story red brick

Rooming house with a Church of Christ

Behind and a funeral home cater-corner.

 

My aunt kept her deceased husband’s

Bible in a closet that like a refrigerator

Gave me a place to go

And look as though

There’d be something to see

Or someone I could maybe talk to.