If pain she had, she has pain no more.
For the last time, I wished I had told her that I love her,
As I had told her before.
So just like her beautiful voice,
That plays over in my head as I rethink my
I shall keep these lines graceful, sweet
To say a prayer for her and the family every night,
Before sleep bids my retreat.
For during my grieving hours,
I know we are all in God's Powers.
Because in Heaven, I know.
My Aunt is one of our beloved flowers.
Topic(s) of this poem: loss
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