You always show up too early
Walking in when the room is still untidy
You come in and find me
Taking them one by one the people I kept afar
The ones I always have good intentions for
But never seem to know how to relate

You were one of them
Always on your feet or knees
Didn't care if you ever did blend
Only the master to please
His flock to tend

It seems the dark saw my game
And played a counter before I could claim
The prize of knowing you past the plains
But if I knew better it wouldn't be another claim
So that when the hand came and out your flame
I would smile and shake my head picturing how it all played
Out, but now all I have is pain

Love the ones you can now
Before they wander too far and can't be found
Then your grief will compound
Because they didn't have any time with you around
RIP AUNTIE JANE