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Topic: Uncles/Aunts (04/17/08)
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TITLE: My Aunt Jazz | Previous Challenge Entry
By Debbie Roome
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ADD TO MY FAVORITES
She drove a pink V8,
Wore leopard skins and spiky heels,
And never put on weight.
My family thought her crazy,
A woman weird and wild,
Devoid of brains and common sense,
Who lived just like a child.
I loved my Aunty Jazz,
Her wigs and jewels and bling,
To visit her was such a joy,
It made me want to sing.
Her house was small and zany,
She lived just down our street,
An edifice of lime and pink,
It surely wasn’t neat.
The garden was a jungle,
A tangled mess of green,
A stony path to access her,
Lay covered and unseen.
Her home inside was whacky,
Think tinsel, glitz and shine,
And lava lamps and disco balls,
And floors of polished pine.
Her pets were all reptilian,
A ‘gator in a tank,
A lizard rough and scaly and
A turtle she named Frank.
I’d go to visit often,
Sneak out the house and run,
My parents roared and stomped their feet,
And tried to stop my fun.
“Come back!” they cried in anger,
“That woman is half mad!”
They didn’t know her heart and soul,
And that made me feel sad.
For Jazz was really special,
She loved in many ways,
Lived life out loud and to the full
And didn’t waste her days.
She taught me much, my aunt,
To care and share and love,
That passion, joy and graciousness,
Are gifts from God above.
My aunty’s long gone now,
The house and reptiles too,
I’ve kept some bling and fur and jewels,
Some memoirs from the zoo.
Her greatest gift, however,
Is deep within my soul,
Engraved and etched and part of me,
The truth that makes me whole.
For all of us are different,
It doesn’t make us wrong,
Rejoice in life and be yourself,
And with God you’ll be strong.
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Thank you for sharing this delightful poem. :)
Great job with a syncopated meter. My only suggestion, if you continue with poetry, is slightly more sophisticated rhymes.
We all need someone like Aunt Jazz in our lives!
It doesn’t make us wrong,"
So very true. Too bad it takes some of us such a long time to see it. How much better to stop fighting who I am because I am different, and thereby conserve energy to become who God designed me to be!
PLEASE don't let this be your last poem! :)