Without borders

This one leaves a glow of warmth within...the emotional impact intertwined with the vivid, expressive imagery. In my mind, i can just picture this entire visit to Aunt Lena's.  
 
This brief glimpse into the poet-narraotor's childhood makes me think about how a special, familial bond is unconditional--"without boarders".( I couldn't help but smile, at your reference to gurrier--especially if your piece is based on a personal experience! ( :P) )   Also, while reading, I recalled cherished, childhood memories of times spent with my gram! I really enjoyed your poem! Thanks for sharing!  And......  
 
I am ever so glad to say welcome back, to you, mo Chara!

Dia duit, mo chara. very kind of you to say. over the years I spent many happy days in the Lady's  company. I think of her a lot personal experience yes, next morning she'd me up at 6am. She'd a clothes stall in a busy inner-city market. sold dresses, the women loved her.  they'd talk to her for ages. some of them would tease me "Lena, tell your nephew to look away, I need to take me money outta me bra" I looked away cheers most much, Lady. and cheers for your or presence and thoughts

the adventures a boy has that are lost to men;
excellent...

thank you, Jon I try keep the spark sparking. I still have an affinity for the adventures. but, the times that were are almost alien now, and of course responsibilities make it harder to partake in one willingly appreciate you dropping in and leaving your thoughts, thanks bunches

Why did I feel like I was walking up to the front door, kissing aunt Lena on her cheek? Your descriptive writing skills shined in this ink. Felt like I was there. 😘

ahh,  and so it was written:   the Rain came and gave life to the scorched earth :) you'd a liked my Aunt. she'd a loved you,  heh heh very happy you dropped in and left your footprint, and thank you for doing it

you are one poet whom I adore in du  (though I dunn always enter your space n distantly read ur art mostly..from now on-would put my words ryt on)   ..for the faith that your words can turn anything into poetry, damn good hitting poetry in whatever you write about..even on nothing or anymore. And to say of your critiquing..had seen n imbibed lotz from your classic ways. welcome back..
to say of this piece..right in S1 opening, you pack in the essence & wisdom that an avid listener correlates your theme to..and you leave it just there to flow the flow as it is..yes, there is a strange silence of some  storm overcome..in the narrator..I loved the way he/she loved the warmth in there ..a soul that is vividly absorptive of this embrace, after all that had gone through or perhaps going through?
"I didn't think I should" from last stanza hits hard this a reader..your brand of poetry I expect in your words to say so:) very simplistic yet conveying heavily.
though the poetry is in self-category, I feel the title & ryt that opening, the correlation of a larger happening is hinted..& an observing reader would rest make up the whole read with that equation. Juz me here n feels your magical weave is quite intact..shine on more.

Hullo to you, Uma delighted to see you're beautiful self knocking about the place again. I was kinda torn a little with the amount of words I should use in first stanza. I mean,  like you say it's an important part.  I think it would have been easy to overpower the rest of the poem if I made it any lengthy-er. so I may have learned something here about balance I agree about the line " I didn't think I should" uncanny how you read into it all so well. bloody marvelous stuff your words are most welcome here, and much appreciated too,  but please don't feel obliged to because an opinion was aired I know if you log on, you'll be here reading,. and I love you for it :) I think it's fair to say, all of your welcomes and kind comments are just like biscuits on a plate beside a cup of tea ony Aunt Lena' s kitchen table *hat tip*

Eamonn your write sparkles with the life you lived as a youth I could see you being a little hell raiser which is a great thing nothing I love more :)

& your beloved Aunt is a beautiful memory
seemed she had the same ability to lighten any mood as you yourself do
wonderful to meet some of your family :)

love you Eamonn..

Brenda

Hullo, Lady heh,  you'd have put manners on me I bet :)- you're most welcome for the introduction, one of these days I might introduce you to my little friend very insightful comment, Brenda and thank you heaps and bunches for it

Of course I would stumble upon this beauteous gem composed by one of my favorite poets.  

Thank you for giving us a glimpse into the woman who helped shape you.

Much love Eamonn

Kym

well now, if it ain't the kym the Callender pin up girl hullo to you, it's great to see you.  ahh, no doubt the Lady made a sizable impact on my character and thinking. women, as you know, are everything they need to be when they need to be *hat tip* cheers to you, and many thanks for your thoughts and words

The read left me with a smile and a glimpse into the life that made you craic...the mundane can be extraordinary, don't you think? 👍

G'day (or ava)   a smile is worth its weight in diamonds, and your smile carries weight.  I was thinking of you earlier, thought you might be sat out on your patio listening to the birds which frequent your garden, sipping something to help with the harsh winter :)-  glad to see you, Kate and thank you for your words

I was a good catholic school girl, so I never got in any trouble (wink). As a first time reader of your work, this was a pleasure to read. I see you are a brilliant man with great stories to tell. Thank you for the glimpse.

Plus I love the name Lena.

Hullo to you and you're very welcome to my humble scribing, and thank you for being here. Ah yes, it took me a few minutes 'fore the penny dropped and another few to find it again, but I got there in the end, Lena Thanks again for dropping in *hat tip*

It's nice to see how you put an event into a poem, and skillfully arranged every detail into a beautiful place. It could be hard for me to write this way. Glad to read your poem and thank your for sharing it with me. RoseJasmine

thank you, RoseJasmine very kind of you to say,  ai put a lot of the falling into place down to luck.  that's to say, I don't really consciously  arrange stuff a lot. I guess when a  poem is short enough in length it's easier to pick and choose the details which are mentioned, so it'd be easier to keep whichever tone is preferred ..or something like that thanks again for dropping in and leaving your thoughts

Your Aunt Lena was my Great Grandmother Fortuna.  Thanks for taking me down my memory lane.

Hullo

you're very welcome, and clearly blessed like I was. thanks much for popping by and leaving your thoughts  prints