Auntie Poems - Poems about Auntie

A telegram from uncle Sam: “Your dearest auntie Pam cut in half by a brakeless tram; left her legs, took her torso – riding somewhere in the Metro.”...

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Aunty Gertie may be an ol’ girly But that doesn’t imply she can’t be flirty The gleam in her eyes Comes as a surprise As aunty Gertie is three times thirty. Gertie lives a life full of joy and fun She’s an angel delight to everyone She can do the splits As well as high kicks What’s more is that Gertie can’t be outrun. Gertie...

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If I had seven giraffes, my life would be complete. It would make my days tasty, my entire weeks sweet. She is my aunt, but crazy, if you ask me or cousin Lou. We figured out why she dated a keeper who worked at the zoo. He brought in six more giraffes for her to put into her pot. They...

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Auntie Whee the absurd arrived, on her hat, a red bird. Her jacket is ever so loud! I knew it meant she is proud. She is not like the others, not the sisters or mothers. Living in New York, and not eating burgers or pork. Don’t let her rub off, I was warned, but I scoffed. Her life looked brilliant...

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I am getting myself a retail therapy cat said my aunt. I met one once, and I am telling you that you simply can’t! She had made up her mind and brought home Mrs. T. A well-dressed cat that was persnickety, stuck-up and snooty. She won’t speak to me and she puts on airs, said my Aunt Lee. I told...

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Who knows what happened to Auntie Ann? We've tried to find out, as best we can— scoured the papers, followed the news, and still we don't know how we could lose our cherished Auntie Ann. There's always been vile rumor, of course, (remember to consider the source!) that Annie just gave in to the drink. But if she did, you wouldn't think that she'd...

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Her Christian name is Constance, but I call her Auntie Confidence. She spurts self-assurance as easily as a strawberry popsicle in July. She oozes confidence. Some of us stand close, hoping it will drip on us. If you say, “women can’t,” she will show you that this woman can. Dare I brag, she was the first female engineer in...

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Precious Auntie ...

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Yesterday I received Auntie Mabel’s annual spring note She wants to know how, in 2024, I will cast my vote She's concerned that the U.S. will elect another old goat. She has finally had her troublesome tooth pulled, I note, Her latest ailment seems to be she has developed a bloat. No news about her nephew who was in jail...

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Home from a chemo session, uncle lights up a cigarette and collapses to the slick plastic that covers your chaise lounge, auntie. He thumps the upholstery with his legs and elbows for blood to circulate again. A flake drifts. Dehydrated lips, uncle inadvertently kisses ash. Cushions puff up, deflate. Uncle floats smoke rings to prove he still has breath. Your bulbous urn ruptures his rings on...

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Yesterday, I received Auntie Mabel’s end-of-the-year letter Seems, after another bout with arthritis, she is some better, She reports that Aunt Lula Fay’s nephew is no longer in fetter But, unfortunately, he’s only out on bail, she being his “setter.” Sid, Auntie Mable tells me, will never be much of a go-getter, Reminds me for Christmas she sent me a...

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Orange pumpkins and yellow gourds arranged in a pretty way October greets me from my Auntie Em’s delightful doorway. Come in! She exclaims She has hot chocolate chip cookies and tea. I love her sunflower motif, it has always made me feel glee. Her orange tabby is curled up under the table, so I am careful for sure. I love...

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You crossed, at your time to cross, Your death, not unexpected, But my heart still feels the loss Of the light that you projected. You were the bottom storeys On which my life has been erected, The library that stored the stories Of my childhood, recollected. The memory of all that went...

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My auntie winter's icy breath wacked my bare face hard, when I step out earlier on She gave me the cold shoulder and iced me out with a frosty glare for no reason at all it's her season though so she gets to call the shots I love her gift of fluffy snowflakes that melt on my...

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The great spirits began to dance their thanksgiving song Grandmother Forest watched with pride and thoughtfulness Auntie Running Bear had formed Brother Fire, and was seeking Truth from her nephews’ spirit animals. Wise Owl was there, summoning his power animal. Hooting in the trees verified he had reached his inner truths. Sly Fox was trying his best to concentrate, but he...

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