My Auntie Thesis

She thrives upon the opposites And never once agrees With anything that another says, Being contrarian is her need. To every light she is the dark, To each day a night, A right to counter every left And to a nervous child, a fright. At every family gathering She is avoided like the Black Death, By relative and friends alike Who would rather not feel her breath Or hear the disagreement They know will always ensue If they say a simple thing She'll retort with both words And attitude that stings, If they comment on the winter, She'll insist that it is spring. Her husband left her early on When he realized what he'd done By joining with a woman Who always regarded him as finished Long before he was close to being done. I doubt she's ever change her ways; She is exactly who she's always been. As easily predictable As the temptation of human sin. Friends are the families we choose Unlike the relatives connected by blood. Some of them bring us light and clarity While others nip joy in the