{"id":48630,"date":"2019-06-22T12:23:37","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T16:23:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=48630"},"modified":"2019-06-22T15:53:59","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T19:53:59","slug":"36-corn-road-part-2-aunt-imogene","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/36-corn-road-part-2-aunt-imogene\/","title":{"rendered":"36 Corn Road, Part 2 &#8211; Aunt Imogene"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>36 CORN ROAD<\/p>\n<p>PART 2 \u2013 AUNT IMOGENE<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>She was never just sitting there, waiting for us<\/p>\n<p>She knew we were coming<\/p>\n<p>But that couldn\u2019t keep her from<\/p>\n<p>The work at hand<\/p>\n<p>Chores to her, but her legacy to others<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Who would be the first to find her?<\/p>\n<p>Sweet Aunt Imogene, earth mother<\/p>\n<p>Would she be working in the garden<\/p>\n<p>Tending to her rooted accomplishments<\/p>\n<p>Her labor of love that would nourish us time and again<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Would she be in the hen house?<\/p>\n<p>Gathering eggs in her work worn apron<\/p>\n<p>Or taking the \u201clast walk\u201d with one she had nurtured<\/p>\n<p>Who would now take its place at the dinner table<\/p>\n<p>Or more correctly put, \u201con\u201d the dinner table<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>By the pleasant twitch of my nostrils<\/p>\n<p>I would gather she was in her kitchen<\/p>\n<p>A place so small and dark with coal dusted floors<\/p>\n<p>Yet a place that brought about warmth and love<\/p>\n<p>AND BISCUITS!!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The vibrant colors of her beautiful harvest<\/p>\n<p>Made even the oldest of porcelain dishes<\/p>\n<p>Come to life like a finely crafted painting<\/p>\n<p>But one for our consumption, not just for viewing<\/p>\n<p>DID I MENTION HER APPLEBUTTER?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>When she felt we had our fill<\/p>\n<p>And the empty vessels cleaned and put back in their place<\/p>\n<p>Behind the curtained cupboards,<\/p>\n<p>She would take us out for an adventure<\/p>\n<p>What would it be this time?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Would we canvass the hills for the perfect<\/p>\n<p>Leaves and nuts, or butterflies for our school projects<\/p>\n<p>Or would we go digging for old bottles<\/p>\n<p>Blue ones, green ones, clear ones, ones with labels or corks<\/p>\n<p>What had been in them, who left them behind for us to find?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Or would we be so lucky to have her share<\/p>\n<p>Her button collection<\/p>\n<p>Tin after tin, dumped out on the creaky feather bed<\/p>\n<p>She knew where she found that black one or the one<\/p>\n<p>That looked like it came from a movie star\u2019s dress.<\/p>\n<p>Always a story, now a great memory.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>It was time to go<\/p>\n<p>But we never left empty handed.<\/p>\n<p>A trip to the root cellar, though scary<\/p>\n<p>With the possibility of interrupting a snake\u2019s nap,<\/p>\n<p>Always ended with a basket of jarred goodness<\/p>\n<p>The best of her\u2026..home with us<\/p>\n<p>Until we needed, more correctly, wanted, to come back for more.<\/p>\n<p>More food, more adventures, more Aunt Imogene.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I miss her!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>36 CORN ROAD PART 2 \u2013 AUNT IMOGENE &nbsp; She was never just sitting there, waiting for us She knew we were coming But that couldn\u2019t keep her from The work at hand Chores to her, but her legacy to others &nbsp; Who would be&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1220,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-48630","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48630","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1220"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=48630"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48630\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":48637,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48630\/revisions\/48637"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=48630"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=48630"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=48630"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}