A force of nature, with a heart so grand,
She walked this earth, a light in the land.
Our Auntie Dana, fierce and free,
Like the hammerhead shark she loved to see.
She navigated life's deepest, darkest seas,
Finding solace and strength on her bended knees.
In the Bible, her compass, she found her way,
Guiding her through each and everyday.
For her three boys, her love knew no bound,
In their triumphs, her greatest joy was found.
Then came the grandkids, a new chapter to start,
Each one a treasure held close to her heart.
Aunt to so many and mother to all,
With laughter and cheer,
she banished our sorrows, our every fear.
Her witty humor, her infectious grin,
A beacon of warmth, from deep within.
Though she faced tempests and trials unkind.
A beautiful spirit, she left behind.
So let her memory live, a whisper on the breeze,
Among the vibrant, sunlit, whispering trees.
A testament to a beautiful, brave, and loving heart,
From which we never, ever, have to part.
Love you Aunt Dana, We will miss you!
the cat chair was loved from 1962 to this day
It was purchased with lots of moola by my Aunt Fay
At the time it was shocking, nothing other women would buy
She was ahead of her years, she conformed to no woman or guy
Aunt Fay loved the cat chair, it was reserved for her alone
We did not dare sit in it, even to talk on the phone
For it was her domain, her favorite furniture piece by far
Her next favorite possession was her two-toned Riviera car.
she had a flair, a savoir faire
sophistication in the air
she was chic, sleek and lovable too
a perfect lady, my fine aunt Sue
she is batty, bonkers, cranky, and crazed
with a cherry on top, her brain icing glazed.
demented, deranged, daffy, silly too
loco, looney tunes, a maniac, our Aunt Sue
Say that to her face I prissily suggest to the speaker
She would cut him out of her will, then he’d really be a squeaker.
A mother
A carer
An aunt she might be
A growing bond like a best friend is what she is to me
A warm and comforting heart of love and care
A strong personality that would take on a dare
Reflects as inspiration in her glare
Footprints I will follow as it guides me a far
Shadow I want to live in as unique and bright like a star
I might not be there physically today
Celebration of my two favourite people's birthdays -
HOORAY!
Wishing you a HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!
my nephew
Twinkle twinkle little star, I see what a wonder you are
Laughs and cries, screams and hollers
Oh what a scholar, you are
I see the sea in your eyes
That once were mine.
Sail through and wide
For you, and your heart
You are great things, keep that mind.
For you, the world is yours
And you are mine.
For you all is kind.
She was an advocate of blood-sucking leeches, my aunt
A wish to be tortured, she would gladly and quickly grant
Her leeches are ready; they love sucking human blood
I would rather jump into a tornado or be carried off in a flood.
Willy the wannabee Wallaby went
To visit his sweet, sick aunt Millicent
He met a dingo who said,
Don’t look for Millie in bed,
Relish her in my belly with free rent!
let me sing you a little song,
this is about my mum and aunt b
they do buy everything they do see
from a house to a screw,
even items that they dont know what they do,
there houses are like an Aladdin's cave,
then they decide to give things away,
we went visiting with an empty car,
and needed a trailer on the way back
they have everything from a hat and a scarf,
to blow up beds that are very smart,
the garden is also like an Aladdin's cave
with all the lights in it you could see it from space,
bright lights and ringing bells,
this is how you spot the garden that tells,
all the statues that were these,
everyone lights up like a fairy tail
i have never seen a house like this,
they both could open a shop with bliss,
everything you need from a frying pan
right on down to everything you need,
i could not believe my eyes
when they opened the cupboard i got a surprise,
you could not move as there was so much stuff,
even a six foot cosy rug,
they also jet around the world,
as if they are still young girls,
where ever they go they have so much fun
so will say my aunt b and mum are still my number one,
Irritating Ivan liked to irk and vex
Especially irritating our Great Aunt Hex
Ignore him said her husband, laid-back uncle Dex
Not knowing that Ivan was Aunt Hex’s ex
Mulish pic-headed Lex was headstrong
Could never admit a mistake or being any way wrong
Opinionated, stubborn, and inflexible too
We set him up with our mean unbending Auntie Lulu.
She cast a spell, and turned nasty Lex immediately around.
A more compliant, agreeable man, cannot now be found.
Great aunt Dorothy had a concrete donkey in her yard.
She had inherited it and the house from my grandparents.
This donkey had been in this yard since nineteen forty-one.
We kids always begged to decorate it for Halloween and Christmas.
Aunt Dorothy said this idea was despicable.
It would not be honorable.
The donkey would not like it.
She died three weeks ago.
Two days before Halloween, so we decorated the donkey.
He was now a purple peril, and I think he loved it.
After we left, he walked down to the graveyard to show her.
And there he sits, all pretty, next to her grave.
Aunt Marge’s Christmas letter sat unopened again.
Most of us walked by it, and said “not by the hair
of our chinny chin chin”
We knew what it would hold
Accomplishments of her six awful kids
We had nothing to do with them
Thanks to their behaviors
our family reunions had been on the skids.
This one is perfect.
That one is fine.
Billy is the president of railroad nine.
Tommy is an outstanding citizen now.
Her children were all amazing, wonderful,
her family a wow.
Aunt Marge has been bragging about them
in Christmas letters for fifty three years.
In truth they are spoiled brats
have caused lots of us tears
Her braggadocio bragging is annoying to me.
That unopened letter finally finds its way to the trash bin
without being opened, as our family all did agree.
My Aunt
A Sunday of yore is still visible
floats around my mind at the edges of memories
send signals, how much I loved her, but she
had taken the train to visit her father
A Sunday that had no worries about tomorrow
other than if Inter café closed early, I would
arrive too late
I walked in familiar streets thinking, happy thought
Suddenly, I was outside my aunt's house
she was of the festive sort, a great talker, not for her to spend a Sunday reading books; Sunday was
also, the day she baked coco macrons
What a great day, drinking coffee, eating cakes and
smoking cigarettes, the damnation of smoking had
not entered our world
going to the café Inter, I walked through the park
that bathed in golden light, yes it was a great day
to be alive
Do not want my aunt Martha to read this article
It is about her
She runs into my house shaking it
I am fearful at her reaction
“This is your mother, isn’t it?” she demands
It is actually part of me and them
and everyone else I have ever known
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