There was only one woman who I wanted to be, growing up when I was wee
My Aunty Anne - she was one of a kind
So very funny with a marvellous mind
She’d read for hours always learning new things
At her happiest doing crosswords or shopping for rings!
Her heart was good, her wit was fast,
A great sense of humour
And a wicked laugh
She didn’t like cooking, hoovering or dusting. Preferring to have fun - She’d rather be laughing.
I loved to stay - red gown and rags in my hair
admiring her locket
until my eyes would close
I felt so loved - from my head to my toes
On Sundays off to St John’s we’d go, listen to father Botter from the 3rd or 4th row
I’d fidget and giggle - talk non stop
She’d bribe me to shush with a lollipop
For years you see it was only wee me
I never had to share her knee
Then came Vicky, Paul, heather and more
All off the knee and onto the floor!
Hallway filled with plates from all over the world, her cupboards bursting with clothes new and old
Her heart was huge - she loved us all
proudly displaying our pictures on the wall
She was proud and stubborn
We were lucky to have her
My Aunty Anne was brilliant
Nobody else like her.
Kelly
05/11/2023
