A face fresh in my mind, a smile on her lips and the grace of angels in her song;
An ambush of warmth and welcome into her kitchen where merriment resided,
To be wrapped in those arms again with the light in your eyes guiding the sun through the sky,
To spend another day around your table our hearts full of mirth.
Happy Birthday my dear aunt, I hope God baked you a really big cake. Although knowing you you insisted on making it yourself and taught him a thing or two.
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