My great aunt,
Tia Nelly,
Her gentle presence hasn't changed
Her soft hands that reached for mine to hold and kiss.
Her sweet glow she has when she smiles
Comfort.

She took me to her bedroom window,
Her favourite place.
"I can see all." she says
Indeed she could see who comes
and who goes
Her favourite summer flowers were in bloom
They grew just by the front gate
A perfect view

A quiet moment.
"Growing older is a lonely, sad thing."
She still hasn't let go of my hands
She's so small
"I can't do many things anymore."
I had never heard her speak like this.
I squeeze her hands
I look at her not being able to respond.
Comfort.

"You may not see me again."
She had always said this when we parted
We joked about these things
However
It seemed that
It could be true this once

She doesn't stop looking at me
Her eyes are scanning my face
Comfort
"You are so pretty you know."
She let go of my hand