June Norman Black

June Norman Black

Cousin Cathy called just the other day,

To tell me Aunt June had passed away.

I could have received her news in stride,

After all, she was ninety-five.

But no, I had a different reaction

Because June was quite an attraction

Not only to me

But a positive person for all to see.

In her youth she was physically beautiful,

With her family and work she so dutiful

In taking care of her own

With never a groan.

During my boyhood she changed my comfort zone

By placing me in a Sears fashion show.

Wearing white bucks and gray herringbone

She made me a male model. I know!

June, a local Norfolk television star,

Started lawn mowers by hand in commercial breaks.

In years later I challenged whether the mowers were

Warmed up for the ratings stakes.

“No,” June insisted,” the mowers were cold.”

So I am to believe that a 100-pound young lady,

When asked decades later to me so bold

Would not admit to something perhaps a little shady.

I remember June as our family so dear,

On Mother’s Day and Thanksgiving

In her home we gathered every year.

Those were good times for living.

June’s siblings were large in number,

Hazel, Bonnie, Pat, and Jean;

‘Doc’ [Worth], my dad, and Harry, and ‘Toots’ him I don’t remember,

Perhaps ‘Doc’ the family’s dean.

It is difficult to lose a person so dear,

Even when meeting eye-to-eye infrequent.

On hearing this news I shed more than one tear,

Through her life, I know what love meant.

June Norman Black obituary