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by Gita
Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #2193312
I pay a visit to my aunt
At the end of her life

She lay still,
eyes closed,

Would she know that I had come?

My aunt, as wise as she was kind,
selfless, determined, righteous.

Would she know that I had come?

"Hello, Auntie Almah. I brought some flowers for you,"
I said, and placed them in her hand.

Slowly she lifted them to her face to smell
and in that small gesture
I know she smiled her sweet smile and thanked me.

She knew that I had come.

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