My Aunt Winifred

Because I loved her so very much I cannot believe she’s gone I always thought of her to be Resilient, wise and strong Her paintings dot my walls now like A tree with a branch old and bent And perched atop are two yellow birds And a birdhouse that says For Rent It has been around since I was small I tried to sketch these little birds Now I notice they don’t look the same It’s so hard to find the words For years we’ve had in common Our love of writing poetry We exchanged our creations often Oh, it meant the world to me She was always understanding Never criticized and frowned Our visits span so many years And now she’s not around She loved her brothers very much Talked about them all the time They too wrote poems and limericks And they usually seemed to rhyme A month or so before she died, she said That she hoped when she was gone There would be a huge family reunion Because she knew where she belonged Oh Lord, it seems impossible that I Won’t see her ever again Aunt Winifred, save a place for me We’ll meet right around the bend! She died May 1st,2009 at age 94