fourth auntie learnt
mandarin all on her own
the striking chrysanthemuns
she pleated from yellow straws
evoke a thought like
those magnificent flowers
there are indeed so many ways
one can bloom
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Very wise and eloquent. This small poem, like your aunt, is a treasure. Always your friend at poemhunter, Sandra