Tuba
Wet kisses
Sticky fingers
Easy grin
You have stolen my heart.
Grown men haven’t breached that fortress,
But with a crinkle of eye and a blossoming of round apple cheek
I became yours.
Here is Aunt Cinny with the boys last summer throwing rocks at the beach.
Aunties are wonderful. I had three growing up and so I always knew someone was in my corner! Someone would make me laugh! Someone would hear me tell the tough stuff. Someone would feed me, hug me, make me feel special. I love that Tuba has family-aunties, friend-aunties, and church-aunties. You are a good sis-in-law to share this poem, picture, demonstration of unconditional love with us.
ReplyDeleteHow sweet, what a nice Auntie and what wonderful things she said about Connor! Nana
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