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  • You beguiled them didn't you, Aunt Emma?
    Pulses racing, they dared to slip an arm around you hoping,
    ever hoping
    to find a yes behind those sparkling blue eyes.

    But your passions were for service,
    the love of service, the service of love,
    storing young men's hearts like sweaters in summer,
    carefully folded and placed on the top shelf
    in case the cold winds of winter caught you unprepared.

    How lucky we were that yours was an eternal summer,
    your light shone on us through all the days of your life.

    But the young men! Oh, the young men!

    (An old family photograph of my great Aunt Emma [third from right] with her friends taken circa 1910. I simply love the giggling girls and find it quite intriguing that the fellow on the left is wearing a suit and holding a hammer.)
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