I miss you every day.
You gave me advice when needed,
It was definitely heeded.
I treasure the moments we had,
I just wish I could have more, it makes me mad.
Cancer is such a horrible thing,
It left us with no more time with you, nothing.
I hope that you are happy wherever you are,
Know that thoughts of you are coming from afar.
RIP Aunty Maureen
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| Aunty Maureen sitting. I'm the one in polka dots. The others are my sisters and my Dad. This is from years and years ago. |
NB: originally this was going to be a normal post. I don't normally write poetry at all. But my Aunty Maureen was a writer and a teacher. It just came to me that this was the way to do it. The day after she passed away I had my interview for Teacher Training College. And the day after the interview was her funeral. Such a week. I hope she knows that she was such an inspiration to me. I really do miss her every day.
