Aunt Nita
As I watched you
Lead the way
Across the yard
Past the barn
And the open pasture
To show my girls
The bountiful growth
And hidden treasures
That lay your garden
The sun was setting
Between the hills
You pointed to the snap peas
Plucking one from the vine
For each of us
“A garden snack”
That’s what you called it
Chuckling as you sneakily took a bite
I realized I never got to thank you
For loving me in through the hard spots
When my own mother couldn’t
Here you are again
Loving me and advising me
Through another hard spot
Unbeknownst to you
You’re the kindest woman I’ve ever known
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I never got to tell you
Until now.
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Love this!
This is a beautiful snapshot and memento for a loving example
What a wonderful tribute! The hard spots is where love truly shines.