Favourite Uncle
Jan 4 2023
There's always someone in the family.
The favourite uncle
or glamorous aunt
everyone loves and admires.
Either that, or the bachelor uncle
who makes everyone uncomfortable;
telling racist jokes
and drinking too much,
stinking out the place
with his noxious cigars.
Why always the uncle, I have no idea.
But never a niece or nephew
second cousin.
But you're blood relations;
these are your people
there's no escaping them.
So seated
at the Thanksgiving table
you humour the old man,
never engaging
your outrage suppressed.
And the frail aunt
with the perfectly coiffed hair
and manicured nails.
Who smokes French cigarettes,
still turns men's heads,
and is elegantly dressed
as usual.
And who, with a child's tireless exuberance
regales the assemblage
with tales of her storied life.
You wonder which one
you'll eventually become;
still vivacious
and young at heart,
or a crotchety ideologue
mired in the past?
Suspecting
it's more likely the latter;
you're clearly no one's favourite
and not a bit glamorous.
Especially since the older you get
the more annoyed and impatient
you're finding yourself;
befuddled by the young,
and longing for a golden age
that never really was.
Because bachelor uncles
as universal as they are
weren't born that way.
They changed imperceptibly,
getting older by degree
and more and more curmudgeonly,
until their days are pretty much spent
watching cable news,
talking back to the TV,
and keeping up
with the latest conspiracies,
quackeries,
and smarmy evangelists.
While the rest of their time is spent
talking politics
with like-minded friends,
keeping the lawn nicely trimmed,
and finding a good cigar.
Which is surprisingly hard to get;
a hand-rolled Cuban
like the good old days.
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