Poet: My Aunt


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