Can you give me a good poem for my AUNT?
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Just buy her a CD Rock Swings by Paul Anka. Will leave her breathless (assuming she is middle-age lady).
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http://www.christmas-time.com/ct-bleakmid.htm\nthe poem
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Poetry is good.\n\nPoetry by Walt Whitman is good.\n\nThis reply to "your letter" is good.\n\nAny discussion about the meaning and intent of a poem's author is good. It would also be good to try to write a similar poem.\n\nWhat is it you are really asking? Are you the author of "your letter" or this reply?
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write them a poem........ it's easy .. and can mean a lot to the person
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For me that is such a difficult question to answer.  I have so many favorites.  \n\nThe whole poem Desiderata is beautiful and profound.  Every line is special so I will quote only the last ones:\n\n"Therefore be at peace with God, \nwhatever you conceive Him to be,\nand whatever your labors and aspirations,\nin the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.\nWith all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,\nit is still a beautiful world.\nBe cheerful.\nStrive to be happy. "\n\nThen from High Flight by John Gillespie Magee we have:\n\n"Up, up the long delirious, burning blue \nI've topped the windswept heights with easy grace \nWhere never lark, or even eagle flew. \nAnd, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod \nThe high untresspassed sanctity of space, \nPut out my hand, and touched the face of God."\n\nFinally, I would refer you to a poem called Little Bateese by william Henry Drummond.  It is deceptively simple, but again profound.  It speaks of the relationship between grandparents and grandchildren, one of the things that really matter in life for sure.  There is nothing as special as the love of a grandparent and grandchild for each other.  The last lines of the poem are:\n\n"But leetle Bateese! please don't forget\nWe rader you 're stayin' de small boy yet, \nSo chase de chicken an' mak' dem scare\nAn' do w'at you lak wit' your ole gran'pere\nFor w'en you 're beeg feller he won't be dere--\nLeetle Bateese!"\n\nTranslation:  \nBut little Bateese!  Please don't forget\nWe'd rather you stayed a small boy yet\nSo chase the chickens and make them scared\nAnd do what you like with your old grandpere\nFor when you're a big fellow he won't be there -\nLittle Bateese!\n\nI get carried away with poetry!
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Try search.com or call your aunt.
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Go to bath and body works, pick a couple different things. All of their stuff smells great and who doesnt love great smells? To me you cant go wrong with that. If you dont have one in ur area, then find her some nice perfume, make her a cd, write her a poem that would be sweet. Good luck hun.
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i love your poems i wish i could write poem that well
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Hi Kelly!\n\nVery sorry to hear about your Aunt's illness.  Am sure U r a brave personl so please do take care.\n\nI really liked the answer given by cheyennetomahawk. After reading her valuable inputs I was reminded of a very famous song that's very uplifting and encouraging, I do hope it helps.....\n\n\nTitle - One day at a time, sweet Jesus\nOriginally sung by: LENA MARTELL\n\nI'm only human, I'm just a woman\nHelp me believe in what I could be and all that I am\nShow me the stairway\nI have to climb\nLord for my sake\nTeach me to take\nOne day at a time\n\nOne day at a time, sweet Jesus\nThat's all I'm asking from you\nJust give me the strength to do every day what I have to do\nYesterday's gone sweet Jesus\nTomorrow may never be mine\nLord help me today\nShow me the way\nOne day at a time\n\nDo you remember\nWhen you walked among men\nJesus, you know if you're looking below\nIt's worse now than then\nCheatin' and stealin', violence and crime\nSo for my sake\nTeach me to take\nOne day at a time\n\nOne day at a time, sweet Jesus\nThat's all I'm asking from you\nJust give me the strength to do every day what I have to do\nYesterday's gone sweet Jesus\nTomorrow may never be mine\nLord help me today\nShow me the way\nOne day at a time
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May all beings everywhere plagued\nwith sufferings of body and mind\nquickly be freed from their illnesses. \nMay those frightened cease to be afraid, \nand may those bound be free. \nMay the powerless find power, \nand may people think of befriending\none another. \nMay those who find themselves in trackless, \nfearful wilderness--\nthe children, the aged, the unprotected--\nbe guarded by their angels, the saints\nand come to awareness of themselves, the universe and the absolute. \nAnd may your niece be blessed and find the support to regain the strength of life.
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your aunt is 9 or you want to write for your 9 year old kid?\n\nif its for the kid ask him/her what he.she wants to say to the aunt.\n9 years olds are clever
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I would write a poem to my mother.  She suffers from Alzheimer’s disease and knows that she is loosing her memory.  She has loved me unconditionally since before I was born, and believe me, I was just as frustrating as a child as I am as an adult.  My wife, I love passionately, but my mother I love so very deep.  I have a hard time expressing my emotions about this in just words, but perhaps a poem might do it.
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This is a beautiful poem about losing a loved one..\n\nWhen I'm gone from your side, \nAnd all your tears have been dried ...\n\nDo not stand at my grave and weep, \n\nI am not there, I do not sleep.\n\n\n\n\nI am a thousand winds that blow;\n\nI am the diamond glints on snow;\n\nI am the sunlight on ripened grain; \n\nI am the gentle autumn's rain.\n\n\n\n\nWhen you awaken in the morning hush, \n\nI am the swift uplifting rush \n\nOf quiet birds in circled flight.\n\nI am the soft star that shines at night.\n\n\n\n\nAnd when you stroll in the evening hours, \n\nAnd smell the aroma of beautiful flowers;\n\nThere'll be no need to sob and cry ...\n\nI am not there, I did not die!\n\n\n~ Author Unknown ~
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I think things like this should come from the heart.  If this is for you, then think about your brother, did you grow up together?  I know when my sister gets married, I will make the whole room cry.  \n\nYou could use something like this:\n\nThere are hundreds of stars glow at night in the pretty sky,\nHundreds of shells wash on the shore as water goes by,\nHundreds of birds that hum the songs of joy and tears,\nHundreds of birds in the sunny weather fly without fears. \nHundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn every day,\nHundreds of butterflies on the lawn frolic and play,\nHundreds of bees buzz in the perfect purple clover,\nBut there is only one brother for me, the wide world over.\n\nMay God bless your union like He has blessed me with such a wonderful brother, good luck and congratulations.\nI love you!
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Sorry for your loss! It's hard to decide what is good enough for a special family member during times such as these. I didn't write a obituary but I read to "To Where You Are" by Josh Groban at my mother's memorial service. Very beautiful!
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I never felt that with a parent but I lost a uncle that was like a fater to me. I just think of all the good things that he was all about. Like his laugh and smile. The pain will always be there but over time you will grow stronger and it will still hurt that she is gone but know this she is in a better place. You must keep going to give the love that she gave you on to the people you love. God Bless You and look over you and your family in your time of need.
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W ow  dude tell that you want to hear her voice write her a love poem have 1 of her friends put it in there w/choclates and roses if she loves you she will understand!