Treasure Island

Jesus James Llorico


My Elegy To Our Aunt (Herminia Reyes Diaz)


Our whole family will miss you
With your passing, we have no clue
Though this things we should understand
That to God, this was all preplanned...

You will always bring memories
To each one of our family...
That through times and deep in our hearts
A gift of love you have impart

As we think of our childhood years
It makes us sad and brought some tears
Those happy times when all are bright
With you, one of our guiding lights...

Now, to those who passed before you
A road you'll make for us, we knew
As passage when we'll all depart
To a place where we never part...

Submitted: Saturday, June 29, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 25, 2013

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