Best Aunt Poems
It's summer, and it's the time
to take the train to old Saint Ives
and visit my Aunt Clementine
who lives alone by an old salt mine.
Aunt Clementine, she likes to dine
on mac and cheese at half past nine
then eats big slices of strawberry pie
while she sits and watches the fire flies.
Aunt Clementine loves polka dots
mostly orange, there's quite a lot
on walls and rugs, on kitchen tops
on her clothes and her dog named "Spot".
Aunt Clementine has crazy hair
that flies around most everywhere
while she hurries and scurries
here and there, and likes to say,
"Well, I declare!"
When she puts her lipstick on
Aunt Clementine breaks out in song
and tells me I should sing along
even if I forget or flub or FLOB
she tells me I am never wrong.
My Aunt Clementine is really fun
she certainly is not a nun
and so full of mischief
I just love to come
to be with her is double fun
in my book she is number one!
Categories:
aunt, fun, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
Aunt Andrea goes to town
Meets a cantankerous clown
Who frowns at her
Flings a tiger
Into her red evening gown
Categories:
aunt, fun,
Form:
Limerick
There is my sweet Aunt Mabel
sitting across the table
ever since her divorce
she eats like a horse
so we put her up in a stable
Categories:
aunt, family, food, horse, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Aunt June
My aunt taught me...
how to be; a sewer, a grower,
a knower of "things" important.
She taught me to watch the pot,
until it boiled and never look away.
Canning strawberry jelly,
and making sweet marmalade pie
were the easy lessons
in believing in tomorrow.
Blankets made from scraps
to keep the family warm in winter,
kept "devotions" for another year.
Dresses made of flour sacks,
with corn mill colored ribbon...
They were for spring.
Summer was all about the garden,
and planting... "seeds to fling".
We had chicks for a while,
until my uncle lost his job.
Then we had to eat them.
That was a hard lesson in cooking,
"things" you keep close to the heart,
Sacrifice...
beyond dry tears
to feed the ones you love.
My uncle got sick,
and then he died.
June went to work,
ironed for others,
sewed and cooked and made
their lives easy,
as her's was hard.
My aunt never complained.
My aunt was amazing...
a farm woman,
from the mid-west.
She could rope and ride,
and she would never hide
even from
cancer.
My Aunt was a warrior.
Categories:
aunt, bible, cancer, faith, farm,
Form:
Free verse
Around the corner and half a block away, the flavor would grab me, tie me up to some irresistible force, then drag my nose to the source of its home. The aroma that wafted in the air and up my whiffer was sweet and warm - rich with orchards of deliciousness and cascading with the buttery peachy-ness of what was to come. It knocked all other thoughts out of my realm and led me down a path of complete submission - surrendering like the energy of cold water on a hot skillet. With each step bringing me closer, my musing would swirl with the anticipation of that first ultra-luscious, gratifying juicy bite - the one that ever so longingly and lovingly would delightfully roll around on every palate of my watering mouth and lingering tongue only to succumb to gulping down the first chunk.
From the flour and water and salt
Her timeworn hands kneaded magic
A mystical mixture of love and fruit to concoct-
A pinch of this and that, nothing formally systematic.
This masterpiece was an untold legend that "rocked"
The socks off anyone and even rival the "Titanic"!
Her ritual was simple and deep rooted
As uncomplicated as a baby's grin.
"Easy as Pie" she mooted
And laughed while she hummed all the while.
Layering the rich sheets of goodness in a pan
From pie dough to peaches to butter and sugar
There was nothing in this world so simple or better than
My Aunt Grace's Peach Cobbler!
Categories:
aunt, family, food, joy, love,
Form:
Narrative
It was such a long time ago,
but I still remember the day
she came to live with us,
my aunt, a young widow.
Everybody called her Rosy,
maybe because she had pink cheeks,
her real name nobody remembered.
My sister and I became her instant fans,
not because she was such a beauty,
we adored her for the way she treated us,
she was so caring, so loving.
The reason I now understand,
she found in us her unborn children.
In the evening after she finished her chores
she would tell us stories
she heard from her husband, a soldier,
stories of the lands he had gone,
of the battle he had fought and won.
We could see a tiny drop of tear
shine in the corner of her eye.
As she told why the bold soldier didn’t return
a sense of pride flashed,
remembering her husband in those stories,
she found him come alive.
In the gleam of the twilight hour
her lively face glowed like a flower
in the crimson of the setting sun,
and aunt Rosy turned into a rose.
Her real name nobody remembers,
but then I ask, “what’s in a name”,
for a rose is a rose is a rose.
March 12, 2019
Categories:
aunt, flower, remember, rose,
Form:
Free verse
Aunt Sally Is 80
Well, my family calls me Aunt Sally;
I never was a missus.
I travelled with a disabled colonel,
As a nurse, until
My sister and I went blind,
Had measles when we were just girls;
She had a family, you know,
But I had to make do myself in the world.
So I went to a State blind school,
Learned braille and other helpful things;
And I travelled with bus and travel bureau,
Scaring all my family it seems.
I was so stately with a bun at my neck,
No one would dare bother me,
Finally, I settled in an Eastern Star Home.
And here I am feeling free.
By the way, I can’t talk very long;
I’ve got to help Mrs. Nimel hang curtains;
The ladder is made for tall windows,
But her arthritis is hurtin’.
Then I’ll read children’s stories,
To the little visitors come to cheer us up;
With braille and the radio and records;
My life is too busy – full my cup.
My fingertips are my eyes, you see,
I can even tell the colors of fabrics,
Giving up was never for me;
I’ll be useful as long as it takes it.
I’ve rubbed the silverware shining,
And walked Mrs. Tease down the hall.
If it weren’t for my arm-holding leading,
I guess she could have a fall.
So thank you for coming to my party;
And all your love through the years;
Learn something from me I ask you,
And cry for me no tears.
Categories:
aunt, age, birthday, courage,
Form:
Personification
Blessed are we to have the gift of you.
Sunset skies illuminated in glorious shades varied
Conjures memories of your loving smile
Your laughter paints the colours of rainbows seen
Like orchids rare you fill our hearts
Of visions of one of a kind memories
In this world of duplicates everywhere you stand alone
Mountains curtsy to strength unwavering
Beauty and grace captured through rivers deep
Your love rooted strong as majestic trees
Nightingales carol and doves soar free
Your love cherished for all to see
Framed with your essence and love from family
Categories:
aunt, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
I love to reminisce about great Aunt Mattie.
Her home perched atop of an old barber shop;
a barber pole below her apartment told my young eyes
that we’d arrived at her place.
Her tiny space, smelled of a million confections and
um, lilacs; house a plethora of oriental treasures;
stories fed my wild imagination.
She worked as a nurse but, she was born with a baker’s soul and
she should have had her own bakery.
The old candy cane pole was so appropriate;
revealed her subconscious desires.
I believed her canary sang so well;
of sweet scents wafting silently throughout the rooms;
he was so blessed to reside there inhaling the,
buttery chocolate and caramel bliss.
I was blessed to visit and savor them as
I perused her, “what knots”;
the Chinese dragons and lions who shared her home,
her brass dragon gong, now lives with me;
it still sings of her creations;
each time that I awaken it and my palate joins the song,
as I travel once again through, “what knot”, stories; breathing in butterscotch, cocoa and lilac memories.
Categories:
aunt, appreciation, chocolate, family, food,
Form:
Free verse
I remember you in all your faces
from the photograph of a young girl
surprised at being looked at, and later,
Sun brown and strong over the garden hoe
or throwing your head up to one side
around the nanny's rump to milk her.
I remember your white face in the doorway
when you came, night-dressed and uncombed
to tell us to settle down and go to sleep,
The smiling face as you put the lemon pie
to cool just inside the back screen door.
My favorite! I said. You said you know!
Best of all was the face that stayed
indoors while we stripped the hollyhocks
of reds and pinks for dancing ladies.
In the quiet afternoon, our small voices written
on the warm green breeze.
Then came your grandmother and great-
grandmother faces, made up of babies
and children and of the old women
Who used to be your daughters.
Now one more pose
one more shutter click.
Move slightly to one side, just out of
camera range. See the set?
The scene plays on; the mouths are
Still moving. You can look at it
from this point of view:
all glass and the sound of a bell.
Take up the shimmer and enter the sound;
everything is possible. You and I
will be girls together, hold hands and
Swing one another in wild circles.
It's all right; you know all the others
and the rest of us will be there soon.
Categories:
aunt, family, grandmother, old, paradise,
Form:
Free verse
In loving memory of my favorite aunt: Aunt Joanne My favorite aunt is always sarcastic, Even when times may seem drastic. My favorite aunt is considered the crazy cat lady, She treats them all like their her own babies. My favorite aunt loves us all, She is the one we can always call. My favorite aunt is one we may sometimes fear, But if I look inside, she is still here.
Categories:
aunt, 9th grade, death, love,
Form:
Rhyme
She went into apocalyptic shock.
What is that?
I do not know, but it sounds catamorphic to me.
I smile at my aunt, who knows everything.
Always has, always will.
And that means?
It means a psycholometergist was called in.
Really? It sounds more like a medical condition to me.
Where did you get your degree? Online?
Talking to her is a treat.
She always speaks with authority using the biggest words.
Categories:
aunt, word play, words,
Form:
Light Verse
When I think of my dear Aunt Sheila
A great big smile comes across my face
You see, no matter what the circumstances in life
Her will would never break
Compassionate love she gave to all
Evident in all of her blissful ways
Family was first, this I know for sure
In all of her caring days
Oh my dear Aunt Sheila had herself a wit
With a smile at least a mile long
Whether she was conversing with friends or family
Heck even listening to a good ol' country song
Mother, Aunt, Wife, Sister, Daughter, Grandma and GG-all terms
But one describes her just right
A beautiful soul always to be missed
An angel living in heavenly sunlight
Go be with Jesus my dearest Aunt
Let your smile brighten Heavens gate
For we know we shall see you again
In Paradise-where you await
Categories:
aunt, death, family, funeral, inspirational,
Form:
My drunken old aunty’s in jail,
She murdered a man for his ale,
And although she is bad,
I suppose she is mad
She isn’t allowed out on bail.
For Judy’s Relatives contest
(Purely fictional)
Categories:
aunt, family,
Form:
Limerick
An Italian once courted my Aunt
Who was bitten by ants in his pants
So he screamed, "Mama Mia!"
"I got the gonorrhea!"
That's when he learned the frying pan dance!
Timothy I. Brumley
Categories:
aunt, funny, nature
Form:
Limerick