Alone in your room
Like the owl owns the night
You awaited to be available
Not showing your loneliness,
Our childhood you'd caressed
By your presence, we we're blessed.
Coming home from work,
Smiling so sincere
To your neighbours in fate
You were never late!
You were the extra hand in need.
You'd given hands and feet.
It takes a village to raise a child,
You were the village
Not only for me,as your heart was kind
Yet, you are gone
And never met my kids
You didn't stay that long,my friend
As God, for you, had another plan…
Wish my kids had met you,
I was told that you were different
You were not an angel
Maybe, it's us who've changed you
You were not seen by your parents,
We,as kids have seen you
And now,as adults- miss you!
Across from my childhood house, lived my mom's cousin who never married or had kids, but she always had a positive influence on all the kids she met, she would take me and my siblings in excursions and helped my mom, organizing Christmas plays, playing the piano for the church of our community, I always have seen her as the most unselfish soul I ever met. The cancer took her and I would always regret she never met my kids.