Aunt Emma is gone forever.
Her flame has been put out.
From now until my end she will be in the ground.
I will miss her dearly.
She never will quite now.
I will never forget the smile.
Or the bright eyes on her dark solemn face.
I never will quite know how much she loved me.
I thought I was her favorite niece.
We fit together like a puzzle.
Life isn't the same.
And it ain't better.
But just the thought of Aunt Emma in a better place, is enough to make a smile appear upon my face.
For Caila DeBose
My Truest Friend in 7th Grade
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