Auntie

Auntie

In her lofty ways, she was always
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
China decoratively graced the table
per the law of “Good Housekeeping”
Seating arrangements were labeled.

Without a P.H.D she could so eloquently speak
delivering the “Kings English” explicitly
her with her twelfth-grade education.
Auntie,though dignified and learned
quoted Un-biblical quotes
from other bibles.
Such as,"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...
If 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.
If us children failed to understand her commands
She’d spell out D.O.B.I.C
(“don’t be so “d.o.b.i.c”).
She’d watch our mouths move as we
Tried figuring the meaning of this strange word
That obviously was not endearing.

Auntie
With her well-groomed,
manicured demeanor
was not just groomed well on Sundays.
Immaculately,Auntie served 
her God faithfully Each day.

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,
Auntie was the nurturer of us,
who 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 she played daily.

She displayed
her mood with music-
Her music voiced her
thoughts in pitch and
range, as she became
one with the keys and chords.
She’d close her eyes and sing.

There was no room for "I can't"--
and no excuse for not trying.
She finally gave up on me
Learning the piano -
That ruler had taken
its toll on my knuckles'

Even if you failed at any
attempt to do things as right
as she wanted:
After a hardy reprimanding
Auntie was sure to have our favorite
Food and clean bed, with fluffy pillows waiting.

I loved her so much that
every now and then
I must 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...
Within the many lives 
that she has touched.
Especially mine.

eulogyverse

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