This is my first National Poetry Writing Month poem for Read Write Poem. It’s based very loosely upon my real Aunty Mary, who was my favourite aunty, and did travel to India by sea during WWII. This poem should be in four line verses but WordPress refuses to accept my editing!
Aunt Marigold sailed to India,
She went out in the blitz,
Her family imagined the ship had sunk
When they heard nothing for several weeks.
Aunt Marigold loved an airman
With an energetic moustache
And a Master’s degree for Cambridge
She aspired to becoming posh.
When he came down it was ghastly,
His qualifications were no use,
But they guaranteed a commission,
When the country was at war.
Her trunk was addressed to Major Jinks,
They were married the previous year,
He’d crammed her head with clichés,
Kipling and mulligatawny soup.
Aunt Marigold survived the journey,
Took India to her heart,
But she lived her last days in Ireland
when the Troubles were at their height.