Poem: Dedicated to the Memory of a Favorite Aunt
She was my children’s favorite aunt and we all loved her. This was the aunt who loved like a mother, though she never had children of her own.
After the initial shock of her sudden passing, my thoughts turned toward the challenge of comforting my son and daughter. She had offered them spiritual guidance. She had shared hours of fun and laughter with them. She had treated each one like her favorite.
Certainly, she deserved a tribute which registered her special qualities, and would help the children remember the good times they shared. Thanks to my Muse for helping me rise to the challenge.
We continually remember before our God and Father your work produced by faith, your labor prompted by love, and your endurance inspired by hope in our Lord Jesus Christ.
— 1 Thessalonians 1:3 (NIV)
Friends and family took it for granted
That there was something ready to eat,
If our favorite aunt stood in the kitchen
Or was seated, perhaps tired and beat.
She was the true model of Martha;
Serving with joy that comes from above;
Whether roti with curry, or pastry with fruit
It was seasoned with our favorite aunt’s love.
But our dear aunt was more than a Martha;
She was a devoted Mary, too.
Reading her Bible and saying her prayers
Talking to Jesus like other saints do.
She would let you know that she prayed for you
And she’d tell you, “Be faithful and strong.”
So although we miss her voice for a while
Her prayers will echo through many years long.
Our dear aunt was Eunice and Lois too,
To all the children who came for her food;
She filled their stomachs and filled their hearts;
She taught them ‘bout God for their own good.
No one called her Mom, at least not out loud,
But none doubted the love she was showing;
The kids loved her too, and cuddled with her
When she taught them the lessons worth knowing.
In the days, months and years that lie ahead,
When we talk about how things used to be,
Some will say this, some will say that
But on these things we’ll have to agree:
Our aunt was godly, and wise, and fun;
The best sister, homemaker and friend;
And in the hearts of her nieces and nephews
She’ll be special from now till the end.
Bible Women She Modeled
My children's favorite aunt was the one all the family members (including my children) called when they wanted the recipe to make a gourmet sauce or dessert. I knew that many people would memorialize her culinary expertise in their tributes; but I wanted to register my opinion that she was much more than a good cook.
Yes, she had the expertise of the New Testament cook, Martha, but she also had the devotion of Martha's sister, Mary. My children’s aunt was the embodiment of both women.
Mary, sat at the Lord’s feet, listening to what he taught. But Martha was distracted by the big dinner she was preparing. (Luke 10: 39, 40 NLT)
Then two other Bible women came to mind—Lois the grandmother, and Eunice the mother who are credited with the godly training of young Timothy. Their aunt also modeled the teaching skills of these women.
Paul to Timothy: I remember your genuine faith, for you share the faith that first filled your grandmother Lois and your mother, Eunice. (2 Timothy 1:5 NLT)
With the virtues of these Bible women in my mind, and the joy that my children's aunt held a place among them, the lines above came easily. My children appreciated and confirmed that they provided a fitting tribute to her and a pleasant memory for them.
Bible Verses She Modeled
It is difficult to forget a woman who comes to mind when we read certain Bible verses. The following are from Proverbs 31 which describe this woman who was not even a biological mother.
- She is energetic and strong, a hard worker (verse 17).
- She is clothed with strength and dignity (verse 25).
- When she speaks, her words are wise, and she gives instructions with kindness. (verse 26).
- Charm is deceptive, and beauty does not last; but a woman who fears the Lord will be greatly praised. (verse 30).
© 2012 Dora Isaac Weithers
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