Jeltje Fanoy #46 Mirroring

going back
from time
to time,


my mother,
always, for
the funerals


my father,
revisiting
old friends


my brazen,
eldest sister's
just another


port of call,
she was known
as the 'globe-


trotter', my
sensitive,
middle sister


as looking
for 'a sugar-
auntie',


I went,
pen and
notebook


in hand,
somebody
found me


a book,
already a
best-seller,


delinquent
teens, a
senseless


journey,
chance their
only friend