Aunt B

She was never the center of attention;
others comfort was what she sought;
as though from another dimension;
it was unconditional love, she brought.

It seemed she was able, to only see good;
only the best in all others, were found;
somehow, it seems, only she understood;
a life will pass; she was heaven bound.

When I was born, she lived with her mother;
supporting the one who’d given her birth;
still working, she offered help to her brother;
she stood out, in silence, while on earth.

I can still remember her generous smile;
it never seemed able to leave her face;
I never heard her complain of any trial;
she faced this life with amazing grace.

But, she never graced a magazine cover;
no stories were written about what she was;
still I remember her love, above all other;
she lived life as an angel, just because.

One night, I saw her smile again, in a dream;
she was speaking to me, like years before;
but, something was wrong, it was not as seen;
for she no longer was young anymore.

She was speaking to me, like when young;
as though I’d ventured back in time;
and yet, I felt a sense of what she’d become;
for it seemed a message, divine.

I awakened, sensing something was amiss;
and described to my mother my sight;
she walked to my side and gave me a kiss;
saying, “Honey, Aunt B died, last night.