Jeannette Beebout
“The Aunts” Imitation
Her welcome is often overstayed
however,
it is expected of women like that.
She beams with questions about my
school
and pushes me to lose my baby fat.
She never graduated high school, yet
She holds a Ph.D. in gossiping.
Advice we don’t ask for from a face
wrinkled by time,
This woman needs no alcohol, for rowdy
enough is she.
The enjoyment she has to critique
another,
is intoxicating enough for her.
The bossiest woman you could ever meet,
If you get on her bad side, that’s not
an easy feat.
She’s got Southern charm and her word
is law.
One can wonder why she’s got a lion’s
roar
Do they call this vicarious living? Or
Does she bring you down for jealousy’s
sake?
Neither- her flawless ability to punish
owes
it’s credit to her loving heart of gold,
and the fear she bears to lose her kin
and those she calls her own.
She cares too much and you must believe
it is her curse.
Bossy, yes, but unbelievably the
Most loving woman any man could want
The closest thing to a mother and under
it all
A strong willed woman who’d never let
me fall.
She didn’t have to, but I’m glad she
did.
Always speaking about how I changed her
life,
But she couldn’t be more wrong, because
the truth is,
She makes me better, and my world
without her
Is unimaginable, of course Angie
I have and always will adore my aunt.
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