Our beloved Aunt Bertha. She didn’t see pixies and elves She saw ******* and jerks With no obvious perqs! That's the breaks of being someone That, all by themselves, Can have arguments and fights And even though it wasn’t right That is who she was, unique; Immune to other people’s pique, Surrounded by unseen creeps.
But she loved us kids, she did. And found us when we hid And cooked cakes and pies. The love in her eyes spoke clearly And nearly bowled me over Because it was not deluded. Yes, her quirks intruded on us But we let her cuss and rail At invisible fools. Those the rules. She couldn’t help herself a bit And that was the end of it.
So, we listened covertly And overtly smiled at her a lot Knowing what we had got Was the dotty aunt they put In the attic in the old days In less loving times and ways. But we loved her and wanted A place not haunted by wardens, And nasty nurses robbing purses, Where she could live her life.
She liked to sing and dance And every time I got the chance I danced with her, as thin as a zipper I guided this middled aged aunt And when she started to pant We changed the music to slow And right back she would go. She sang the tunes from the war And more from movies and shows. Can anyone know how great it is To share with someone impaired And know the gift you have shared?