My Aunt Elsie
A hard working life, you chose to live,
You never took, but always give.
I miss your chatter, your infectious grin,
A heart of gold you held within.
You loved your Sundays, with Nephews and Neices,
And the stories you told, would have us in stitches!
Carrying your bags, full to the top,
With biscuits and sweets, from the local shop.
The childrens eyes gazed, open wide,
While gathered together, by your side.
Such a shame, no one special came into your life,
For you would have made, such a wonderful wife.
We'd talk for hours, in front of the fire,
Dreaming our dreams, while the flames danced higher.
You truly were, just one of a kind.
A special lady, a loving friend,
My special Aunt, right to the end.
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