Best Aunt Poems

It's the summer, and it's 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...

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For the last few days
     her depression had weighed
          heavy, a thick woolen shroud,
              her thoughts thickened by darkening...

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Aunt Andrea  goes to town
                                    Meets a  cantankerous...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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You came into her house through the kitchen. 
The big door in from the front porch
Hadn't been used for years;
Furniture stood hard against it.
A knock at the front door meant a stranger.

Aunt Celesta makes a tall pitcher
Of green Kool-Aid and ice cubes.
She fills two glasses...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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In loving memory of my favorite aunt: Aunt Joanne                                    ...

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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...

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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...

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My auntie came to visit when I was three, but nearly four.
    I proudly and lovingly wore her name gifted to me, a sweet legacy.
       I was filled with excitement and delight, her eyes twinkled in...

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