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Good Old Aunt Rose
by Sandra Martyres
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  She was indeed a special lady
We never forget to raise a toast
In her honor 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 color 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
 
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March 21, 2010
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