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Auntie

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Amazing woman - She was all things to me . Teacher -mother -musician .


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Auntie

 
Auntie
 
 
In her lofty ways she was at all times 
the best example of
the stars out-shining the moon.

Her ways of doing things always 
correct and proper 
she was a student of the Queen.
Place setting and 
the china on the table all had to 
be according to the law.
 
And no PHD could outwit her with
her twelfth-grade education. 
She though dignified and learned
always quoted un-biblical quotes 
from other bibles.
 
"Cleanliness is next to Godliness ".
 
I would say well didn't 
God make dirt too!?
Don't be asinine she would say- 
Seemed as if the emphasis
would be on the "ass"
I would laugh... and when 
she thought
I was not looking 
she would laugh too.

Auntie could hardly 
pass up a good humorous 
exchange no matter how 
ostentatious or outrageous. 
Her well groomed and well 
manicured demeanor 
was not just for Sundays. 
She served her God faithfully 
in words and in deeds everyday.
 
I have never known her 
to beg or borrow. 
Never seen her complain as 
"Arthur" took his toll on her knees.
 
She was faithful to the end 
and though she had no
 children of her own, 

she nurtured all of the 
children whom were 
blessed enough to be 
corrected by her or to 
eat a slice of her lemon 
meringue pie. 
Anytime I think of her 
I remember the sweetest 

music coming from 
the piano that displayed 
her mood with music- 
Her piano voiced her 
thoughts in pitch and 
range; as she became 
one with the keys and chords. 
 
There was no room for "I can't"-- 
and no excuse not trying. 
She finally gave up on me 
playing the piano -
That ruler had taken 
it's toll on my knuckles 
and even if you failed at any

attempt to do things as right
as she wanted :
After a hardy reprimanding/ 

Auntie was sure to have my favorite 
food and clean bed waiting for me.
I loved her so much that 
every now and then 
I have to write about this amazing 
Sister to my mother.

Her name...
Rosella Faye Graham Derrickson Myers ...
And yes she would say her whole ''title"
if you were to ask her, her name.
 
Her spirit lives on... 

In all the lives that she has touched.

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  1. Date: 12/5/2013 5:59:00 AM
    Good

  1. Date: 12/4/2013 7:43:00 AM
    Congrats on being featured on the home page. This is an incredible write. A great and loving tribute to an obviously wise, generous and lovely woman.

    Eseke Avatar Austin Eseke
    Date: 12/5/2013 5:59:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Yes
  1. Date: 10/20/2013 10:13:00 PM
    Nice pen picture you have created, Vicki

    Acquah Avatar Vicki Acquah
    Date: 10/21/2013 1:43:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Much respect Dr. Ram it is an honor to get rave reviews from you.!