Caught to the Quick –
A Rhymed Retelling of a Photo Most Compelling
Digging through a dusty pile
In the attic, made me smile.
There, a photo of Aunt Mae
Took my every breath away.
In the image was my kin,
Stuck in quicksand, to her chin.
Sinking slowly, ever deeper,
Aunt Mae met the old Grim Reaper.
To my shock, I knew the truth.
Folks had lied throughout my youth.
Poor Aunt Mae, the little dear,
Died not from a flu severe.
Mae had fallen for a man,
With a frontier purchase plan.
Leaving all at his behest,
She had followed him out West.
They had quarreled by the fire;
He departed, rotten liar.
Mae hitched up the wagon team,
Then she heard an eerie scream.
The horses fled; the wagon tipped.
Mae lost her footing, and she slipped.
In the mire, my Auntie kicked,
But not before a camera clicked.
Now, in the attic, I was shocked
To learn how Aunt Mae’s world was rocked.
Her secret romance, journey planned,
Was stranded there in deep quicksand.
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