My Aunt Rose Poem by Sandra Martyres

My Aunt Rose



She was indeed a special lady
We never forget to raise a toast
In her honour at every family do
She left us at the age of ninety-two

She was in every way very dainty
Even at the ripe old age of ninety
She carried a handbag proudly
Always wore matching shoes

Powder and pearls were a must
A scarf added colour to her dress
Everything had to be perfect
She would not have it otherwise

Amazingly she always sat upright
In her very own high backed chair
And listened with an interested air
Age for her was not a barrier

She loved visiting her kith and kin
Especially if she could get a word in
She doled out plenty of sound advice
In a manner that was quite nice

When Aunt Rose did breathe her last
It was without any kind of warning
She just did not awaken one morning
The family knew what they had to do

Meticulous as she always was
Aunt Rose had left clear instructions
How she was to be dressed and even
Who was to be invited to her funeral

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Indira Renganathan 16 March 2010

Old is gold always...from elders each, definitely there is something to adopt...no doubt Aunt Rose is one such...nice and honest tribute

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Dr.subhendu Kar 15 March 2010

wonderful tribute to Aunt Rose by her meticulous way of personality, an exemplary lesson to others too, well penned,10++, thanks for sharing

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Siddharth Singh 15 March 2010

An old woman's tale and how she did not give up on life even in her last stages. A lesson to be learned for all of us to value life.

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