It seems like yesterday I saw her last.
My mom’s sister, my aunt Mary Louise.
So many memories, all in the past.
Life ends so soon, it seems like a tease.
We drove to the wharf, her wishes to keep
Roland freed her ashes with brotherly love
They sailed in the breeze to the Ocean so deep
Yet she is with God in Heaven above.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem