my sweet old etcetera

aunt lucy during the recent

war could and what

is more did tell you just

what eveybody was fighting for

my sister

isable created hundreds

(and

hundreds) of socks not to

mention shirts, fleaproof earwarmers

etcetera wristers etcecera, my

mother hoped that

i would die etcecera

bravely of course, my father used

to become hoarse talking about how it was

a privilege and only if he could

meanwhile my

self etcetera lay quietly

in the deep mud et

cetra

(dreaming, et

cetera, of

your smile

eyes knees and of your etcetera.

e.e. cummings