Aunt Poems Archive
The tragedy is, she says,
there’s not enough sadness in me.
She lilts, testing her hem between
Showers, flowers, fallen leaves, and cold,
the rotation never gets old.
The cycle continues like a clock,
it never seems to miss a tick or a tock.
My parents brought my aunt over last Monday
She looked really sick
She had come with her two children
The journey wasn’t that quick
It takes a special lady
And I thank the Lord above
You are more than an Aunt
But a second Mom
As I count my blessings I can’t help but think of you
Dear to me in childhood years and all my whole life through.
Everything seems sweeter just in knowing that you’re there.
Always feeling you’re sincere in showing that you care.
She’s the best,
She’s the youngest,
I’d say she’s the greatest.
Hard are these times since you went away
Sadness and grief has filled my days
The loss since you passed has caused such pain
The emptiness has settled there’s nothing to gain
“Certain people touch our lives
in a very special way.”
You’re so much like a “Mom” to me,
that’s how I think of you,
and I’m eternally grateful
for everything you do.
You take the time to listen,
you always seem to care,
you’ll never know just how much,
it means to have you there.
You’re thoughtful and so caring too,
and I hope that you can see,
the depth of what I feel for you,
how much you’re loved by me.
You’ve influenced me very much,
much more than I have shown.
You’ve been there when I needed you,
through all the years I’ve known.