My aunt was so full of love
She was as pure as a dove
She would hurt no one
But that night it won
It was cancer they all say
That took her away that day
She’s gone all to soon
The cry of the loon
Life was full of happiness
She only had one illness
Everyday and night
Her eyes shone with light
With her I felt like laughing
Now that she’s gone I’m crying
She’s still full of fun
I know now, she won
I think of her now and then
We will meet again, but when
Life is happiness and love
Margaret is the loving dove
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What is Poetry Starts?
…poems and prose from now back to teen years
…remembering a first writing love
…pumping the creative well yet again
…silencing the internal critic