HOMAGE TO AUNTIE BEVELRY
By Christian Myrick
God gave us a wise, upstanding Black woman named Beverly,
So strong and resilient she labored so cleverly,
Full figured and classy, worth more than
the U.S. Treasury,
Stern but generous like a beehive’s nectary,
Her pure spirit will always be present
in our consciousness and our memory.
She carried love everywhere she went,
Even if the wheels transporting her
were slightly bent,
Never did they prevent her from gliding gracefully through life’s challenges,
Even when she experienced bodily imbalances,
But she still was obedient and remained present
for many of our rites of passage.
Nurturing her family and friends was one of her many skills,
Teaching us to keep pushing even when we ran
low on will,
Always supportive of our many goals and endeavors,
But she rendered wisdom if she discerned
an unhealthy aggressor.
When dawn arose, she left work greeting the sun,
Knowing she enriched the Post Office
like the sweetest cinnamon bun,
From M.L.K., to Old National, to Fayetteville, hospitality boomed from her residence
like a machine gun,
She transcended cherishing her loved ones
like a baseball player does a home run.
So today we celebrate the life and legacy
of my auntie, Beverly Brown,
For her not allowing the sea of adversity
to make her drown,
For her teaching us not to pay full price
for even the finest tuxedo or evening gown,
For the grace she showed people,
not letting God or herself down,
And because she followed the lead of Christ,
she is finally wearing her golden crown.
By Christian Myrick
God gave us a wise, upstanding Black woman named Beverly,
So strong and resilient she labored so cleverly,
Full figured and classy, worth more than
the U.S. Treasury,
Stern but generous like a beehive’s nectary,
Her pure spirit will always be present
in our consciousness and our memory.
She carried love everywhere she went,
Even if the wheels transporting her
were slightly bent,
Never did they prevent her from gliding gracefully through life’s challenges,
Even when she experienced bodily imbalances,
But she still was obedient and remained present
for many of our rites of passage.
Nurturing her family and friends was one of her many skills,
Teaching us to keep pushing even when we ran
low on will,
Always supportive of our many goals and endeavors,
But she rendered wisdom if she discerned
an unhealthy aggressor.
When dawn arose, she left work greeting the sun,
Knowing she enriched the Post Office
like the sweetest cinnamon bun,
From M.L.K., to Old National, to Fayetteville, hospitality boomed from her residence
like a machine gun,
She transcended cherishing her loved ones
like a baseball player does a home run.
So today we celebrate the life and legacy
of my auntie, Beverly Brown,
For her not allowing the sea of adversity
to make her drown,
For her teaching us not to pay full price
for even the finest tuxedo or evening gown,
For the grace she showed people,
not letting God or herself down,
And because she followed the lead of Christ,
she is finally wearing her golden crown.
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