Echoes
So close we share blood
your sister my mother
lives intertwined
our families blurring together
In the wheel of faces
yours is brightly lit
always smiling
always kind
Echoes of you stand near
children of your heart
adoring husband - his arm bare
yet you are here
I hear your voice
speaking through your children
and they hear the echo too
your face in their mirrors
Gentle heart I wish you well
I was proud to know you
and more proud
to be family
For my Aunt Bobby
MDW 2006
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