Based on fact, I had and Aunt Julia
whom I looked and acted like, she
was my icon
~*~

The evening air was so lovely for
Winter, I left the window open
My Aunt Julie's house was
always stuffy,and smelled of food

It also smelled of lemon wax
which I loved, and ever after
Lemons would bring memories
Of the times I spent in her home

Aunt Julia was my moms younger sister
She was known for her odd behavior
Also her flirtatious way with men
Even though married with children

She never did anything the way others do
Even her death was a fluke accident
After jumping off a horse she tripped
And hit her head on a rock,a fatal blow

Her daughter ,my cousin Lorraine,was
Also in the house,I was helping her sort
Some things to keep,before the house sale
Our last night,2 weeks after her moms death

In bed I felt the breeze from the window
And in me, the bon vivant spirit of my Aunt 
I was half asleep and heard a horse neighing
Next thing I knew I was riding it in a fast gallop
Then it stopped abruptly throwing me off

I got up unhurt, climbed back on, trembling
Back at the house, I heard aunt Julie's voice
"You aren't really like me my dear, you lived"
I got back in bed, and lay there in shock

Afterward when I woke my cousin at 1:oo a.m.
She said I looked like I'd seen a ghost
When I told her what happened she said it
was a dream, of course that's what it had to be

Except that Aunt Julie's horse ran away that
Night ,and never returned, and was never found
A neighbor later said he saw a woman riding it
At the same time I had been on it in the "dream"

etw-2007