Traditional

F o r    M y    A u n t    K a t h y

She walked the streets of blunder,
Ignoring every If.
“If a man came and stole my purse”
“If I found a lost kid”

She danced her own drum solo,
Feet padding on the ground.
Lift up and down,
Leg averted and twist,
Shift back behind again.

Lift up and down,
Leg averted and twist,
Shift back behind again.

Lift up and down,
Leg averted and twist,
Shift back behind again.

She ran the angry streets,
Tearing up the bars.
She smokes so elegantly,
Gaming with the czars.

She laughed among her family,
Often shedding tears.
Doing what she could to,
Survive for many years.

She drank amongst the social,
Telling tales of joy,
Of sorrow and reminiscence,
She told.

She sang among her loved ones,
Enjoying time of feast.
Singing loud and proud so jubilant,
Like twilight birds so free.

She smiled amidst the moon,
So beautiful she beamed.
Her face it shone like crystal,
Her hair it swept in breeze.

Her freckled cheeks so high
Glowed with every smile
Her beauty attracted more
Gleaming without error

The careless laugh of joy
Echoes off the walls
The twinkle of the eye
Reflects in each retina

Beat up hands
Caressing with care
Giving what she could
To show love with her pair

Native Beauty
That’s what you are.)
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