An Aunts Hands

A poem by Remontz to my Aunt

Written for Mother’s Day 2019

In an Aunt’s Hands

When I think about the building blocks of a man,

You are vital to the core that helps me stand.

When I think about the building blocks of a man,

I think about how I was first held in your hands.

When I think about the building blocks of a man,

I think about vacations — I was your right-hand…

When I think about the building blocks of a man,

how you strike fear and fun with the same hands.

When I think about the building blocks of a man,

I think of being fouled n rising to claps of your hands.

When I think about the building blocks of a man,

Aunts’ like you help mold them with your hands.

When I think about the building blocks of a man,

You are vital to the the core that helps me stand.

When I think about the building blocks of a woman….

With you my daughters couldn’t be in greater hands!

Happy Mother’s Day Auntie, today is your day to not even lift a finger.

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I’m an amateur writer & storyteller. As of now I write short-stories, novel(s) and some pretty terrible poetry. The genres you will most likely see from me will range from science-fiction, fantasy, satire, sarcasm(humor) and just plain vanilla fiction. I intend to grow and show my progress in that growth. I am focused on honing the craft and developing an audience of readers. 👍🏾💯☄️ View more posts