Aunties Poems - Poems about Aunties

She had her best sweater, though youve never seen her worst, it werent much better than her Tuesday best. Though there was a good vibe about her wearing it. a super life heat ecrusted, a warp speed to her existence, George Lucas signed 1977 star wars sweater. ...

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Her colors are outrageous the grays and tans said. I loved them myself, so thought they were off in their head. The other kids loved Auntie’s slather of gorgeous hues too. For blah beige-type colors we truly wanted to give a loud boo. Auntie’s house was full of giggles, play, happiness and fun. We loved everything about her, she had...

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Her apartment house was shaped like a tall woman’s boot. I could see why she chose to live there, it did in fact suit. Her disposition, her opinions, her ideals and her attitude. Being inside with her, reading, put me into a powerful mood. Women power forever! My assertive, opinionate Aunt Bertie said. She had the attitude of Rosie the...

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Aunties Tomato Greenhouse Walk up to the greenhouse, Step inside the door, There's a forest of tomato plants, Wander around, have a look and explore. Look left, then look right, Then at the ceiling to the floor, Surrounded by tomato plants, There is tomatoes galore! How...

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Elsie, Lucy, Olive, this small boy's remarkable old aunts. Oh, how they rubbed their hands. But with glee or sorrow? Or even anger? Elsie had a strict-looking expression - when not rubbing her hands. Lucy wore spectacles that pinched her nose and, oh, had such a thin smile - when not rubbing her hands. Olive seemed serious, often frowning at me - when...

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I always wanted my auntie’s giraffe vase that held flowers. It was given to me on a day where the sky filled with showers. I brought him home and filled him up with posies fine. Thrilled in every direction that he was finally and truly mine!...

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They value their antics Not worth their aunties...

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An Aunties Wedding There was an empty Players box flattened beneath the dancers a scent of receding tide on the quay swept, green, slick as hair oil bound by ginger sideburns your dress shaped like a rocket to the moon a wigwam to play in days before the day I was five in a white wool suit bony kneed refused to board...

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When I was growing up, my Dad had some quaint old fashioned notions of what a good girl should or shouldn’t do. I didn’t want to make him sad I tried so hard to please him. But dear old Daddy didn’t have a clue. Sometime I slipped a little and I’d hear my daddy say. “My sisters Cass and Annie would never act that...

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