the true potency of this piece lies in the "poem-as-memoir" approach, which superimposes a mature voice over recollections of childhood, allowing adult insights to be viewed through the prism of meticulous imagery that simultaneously preserves youthful innocence even as it illuminates painful realities to which the child's eyes were blessedly blind.
the memory of aunt terry is set against a backdrop of nature, in all its wonder and terror: "the clotted roses and their thorns." we see her in her yard on "sunny summer weekends" beneath a "cloudless sky," or in "the light glistening off her little pool."
we also see her shattered pitcher scattered in the grass.
nevertheless, she sings and smiles and is a vessel for, and a source of, pure familial love.
uncle john, by contrast, is "rarely seen" and perfunctory, at best, in his role as uncle - evidenced most poignantly by the ten-spot folded into a greeting card, the generic gesture implicitly devoid of any greater feeling.
bolstered by a steady intake of beer, he is tethered to violence and aggression, which he consumes passively by way of televised sports until he is ready to actively dispense it.
in the penultimate stanza, we witness (obliquely) aunt terry's belated triumph over her victimization, but are spared any melodrama by the poet's clever use of whispered conversation to convey it.
this allows her to reserve the final stanza for a repudiation of uncle john, once and for all, a scathing indictment in which he is denied that which is most viscerally treasured throughout the poem, a place in the family.
this is fantastic work. be proud.