Auntie Polly Poem by Claire Galpin

I’m very upset indeed,
I’ve just lost a very dear Aunt,
It’s not something one can replace,
Or ever see again,
Just photographs to remind you of,
All those good old days.
Its not as if one knows
Where they go or what they do,
After they’ve passed away,
Perhaps they just lie in peace,
Six feet under if not an inch.
My Aunt was a very good Aunt,
And everyone loved her so,
She did so much for folk,
If they were good or bad or old.
My Aunt was always on her feet,
To get her to sit down was quite a job,
She’d always find some excuse.
Auntie used to be so religious,
Church four times a day if she could,
Grannie would be there with Auntie Mary,
Uncle Joe and Auntie Flo,
But was it really worth it,
It didn’t do her much good.
But times have changed,
Now that Aunties gone,
And Uncle has to carry on,
As Auntie used to flit about,
And Uncle would tag along,
It won’t be the same for Uncle,
When he comes out of Hospital,
As he’s very ill at the moment,
But he’ll pull through very shortly,
And soon be up and about again,
Back to Laneshawbridge,
But then he’ll have to peel his spuds,
And even make his tea,
Perhaps Pauline will dust about a bit,
And wash his shirts and collars,
It won’t be the same without Auntie,
But Uncles strong, he’ll carry on,
We used to see her twice a year,
Just for a week, it was quite a trek,
Shed greet us with a great big kiss,
And uncle we’d give a hug,
We used to go for right long walks,
And maybe visit Emmott Farm,
We’d go to Halloween,
Or a Jumble sale at Christ Church,
We’d get whisked off to Sunday school
With all the other boys and girls.