The days of my childhood
most pleasant and joyful,
take me back. I revel
and reassure.
The time I spent
with my aunt
bring back memories
of happiness. I wish
to experience once again.
She played with me
told stories, cracked jokes,
unknowingly
taught simplicity and
frugality.
My relatives would tease
“your short aunt has
Shorter hands, never gives
anything without calculating”.
That was her nature.
Spent within limits.
She lived a beautiful life.
Never once did she yield
or yearn.
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