A poem for a beloved Auntie There you always were Sand against the sea Strong, tall despite your frailty You were never cowed Never knocked back You always knew yourself Any hardship you turned to kindness It seemed you would never be washed away But you leave so many footprints, impressions, that last with us You are still there, dancing in the waves

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.