My aunt looked more lik mother than mother did herself
She was not averse to smiling and using emotional wealth
Her eyes were blue like summer especially when she smiled
Her hair was brown and curly, but never excessively styled
Her arms were plump and rounded and so they matched her face.
How I longed to lose myself in her deep embrace.
Her husband was on the railways he never earned that much
She brought him just two children they lived on tea and cake
She had not got much money but sheb knew very well how to bake
She never knew I loved her so, that was my mistake
She looked quite like my mother but alas she was my aunt.
We never shared our feelings. this is my lament
How my heart sings 
There’s so much more to this than meets the eye, I think?
Yes sometimes it’s hard to put once perceptions into words but I can see her face clearly in my mind’s eye now. 💘