Floods of remembrances
my Aunt in her pink robe
at her table in New Jersey
I had come far to find her face
her smile always got to me
In those conversations I learned a lot
I learned that self dignity is the way to go
I learned that self reliance never hurt with
a sense of style
My Aunt is gone.
I will not be able to speak with her again
Those conversations where I spoke my heart
and she answered
will be with me forever
Forever is a long time.
Bye Bye Aunt Bern
Sunday, 15 January 2012
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