My aunt Pauline passed away on Friday. She was a poet, and because of this, on
the occasion of her 80th birthday I wrote her a poem to honor her
and pay tribute to what she meant to me.
I have much more I want to say about her later but for the time being I
will share the poem.
Pauline Swift, my
dear, dear aunt—
The point of this
poetic rant.
I know she likes to
write and rhyme;
I hope this poem suits
her fine.
She’s always been a
happy soul,
She likes to bike and
skate and bowl.
A devoted sister was
Pauline,
The one on whom my mom
could lean.
She likes to cook and
feeds us well.
The family stories she
keeps and tells.
The Pacers are her
favorite team,
And when they win her
face just beams.
She calls the
government and lets them know
How she thinks they
should spend our dough.
But most of all she
loves the Lord;
He is the one that she
adores.
She serves Him well
and knows His Word;
She makes sure His
praises are heard.
A truer Christian you’ll
never see.
A life well lived—
And example to me
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