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I miss you
Wondering if you've died
Since it's been so long
Since I've had a letter from you
Thank you for being the mentor
You were to me
At about ten years old
Way back in time
The lost child
Looking for a fantasy
The fantasy of living with you
Uncle Russell too
By the old Anderson Farm
Up the hill
While you lived at the bottom
Of the Anderson property
In a house way more modern
Than that old farm house
Where nine boys and three girls
Were born and raised
Dairy farmers
Milking cows for a living
Must have been difficult
Never a day off
Can't just say
"It's the weekend, so could you turn off your milk, Ms. Cow?"
'Could ja somehow?"
I thank you for all the memories
You sent me over the years
Further for teaching me to count in Norwegian
And to hear fluent Norwegian spoken
During family functions
My signal to the Norwegians and back you were
There in the cold of Winter's forty below zero
As were like back home for Anderson's of the past
Stavanger Valley
Or the area running up the middle of
Norway
My Norwegian roots mean the most to me
Because I know something of where
My kin came to America from on the Norwegian side
Hendrickson and Anderson last names
Are where you got your husband from
Swede and Norwegian married
To have twelve children
I feel sorry for my grandmother
To have that many kids
Without birth control
What does a woman do, although?
In nineteen-twenty-five
When she had my dad
The first son
Fergus Falls was a young town
Probably didn't go to a hospital
To have a baby
It's a wonder the babies lived
Poor dad having to be named Elmer
After grandpa as was proper
For a Norwegian to do
Roy is my dad after his middle name Leroy
He said he wouldn't name a dog Elmer
Good you got the brother named Russell
A cool name I think
On the other hand
Grandmother Ruth Hendrickson/Anderson could have felt blessed
To have all those offspring
More kids
More cow milkers
I live you
I love you
Aunt Marilyn
I know you've probably
Gone on
What's it like?
Are you only sleeping until a better time?
Maybe you're still here
You're still here in my mind
I don't forget you ever
My beautiful
Loving
Aunt Marilyn
A thirties or forties baby
Loving a fifties baby
Queen of my heart, dear Aunt
If I did anything good in this life
It was because you influenced me
In your nineteen-sixties lifestyle
In your blonde hair
In your perfectly decorated house
In your doting over me
In your heavenly spirit
Flesh or no flesh
You live in me
Forever.

7/25/2017 2338 cj





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