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My Extended Family

My mom has a sister,

Ten years younger,

Malti is her name.


I suppose she is pretty,

With black wavy hair,

Of shoulder length,

And dark brown eyes.


Yet even mom cannot deny,

The rivalry between them,

Aunt Malti's jealousy of her,

Or her arrogant manner.


There were my grandparents,

I guess I respected my grandad,

Though he came across as strict,

My grandmother was quite fussy,

It was her manner I guess.


It was my great grandmother,

That I was fondest of,

Her age made me respect her,

Though in some ways,

She was like my dad,

Which helped enormously.

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