Auntie's day

Not a mother, a sister or a friend.

But a mix of all the above.

Someone that doesn’t have to be there,

But makes you feel better if she is.

A story teller that fascinates you,

Grabbing your attention with every tale.

A person that doesn’t take herself too serious

Nor is afraid to make fun of herself.

The one that curses with the car that doesn’t work

But doesn’t get upset when you burst in laughter.

Someone that remembers you as a child,

But is able to see you as the woman you are now.

A care giver, that squeezes you tight

And makes you miss her hugs when you’re not even the hugging type.

Someone who always has an open door,

Not just for you, but your friends too.

A person that shares advice, but also her frustrations,

That has strong opinions, but doesn’t judge you.

A comfortable home away from home,

When you’re usually awkward around those who aren’t always there.

A reminder that age means nothing,

That friendship doesn’t look at numbers.

A friend, an aunt, that means so much more than others never could,

One more proof that family has nothing to do with blood, but with love.