Aunties
They wear batik dresses
Plait their hair into box braids
Admonish you
With their eyes
Often ask: did you eat enough?
At times they fish
Angling for the back of your tongue
Seizing you from wreckage
They catch you and say:
Mother is just a title
Sometimes Mother resembles
a worn-out spine
They drink wine
They laugh their teeth out of their faces
Sitting on Pandora's box
Whispering family recipes in your ear
They dance obliquely,
at the diagonal,
Evermore so
That's how they are
The aunties
Sometimes their lip stick
together
That time you ask them:
Who is my father?
Then again
When you carry them across the gravel path
Ernestine Comvalius is the former and first director of the Bijlmer Parktheater. Nowadays she participates in the supervisory board of several organizations, such as Read My World, International Literature Festival and Theater Rotterdam. She publishes poetry, columns, short stories. She is an inspirational speaker, host and a performer.
