My aunt,
she was my father’s aunt
i later realized;
Well people say
she was blessed –
she could ward off evil
with prayers and charity.
that is all mother always
remember her like, and me –
only by a dream of hers,
where she stands tall over me,
scaring away my nightmares,
and I never can tell why i think
it was pretty normal,
the way she looked,
she looked like the very goddess I pray to !
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Written for November PAD day 8
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