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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