In the gentle folds of evening light,
Aunts weave stories with threads of gold,
Their laughter, a melody soft and bright,
In their embrace, warmth never grows old.

With eyes that hold secrets deep and wise,
They nurture dreams with tender care,
Teaching life’s lessons in sweet disguise,
Through moments shared, beyond compare.

Their voices, like echoes from the past,
Guide us through the storms we face,
In their presence, shadows are cast,
Revealing strength, love, and grace.

Oh, the tales they tell of days gone by,
Of love, of loss, of laughter’s flight,
In their stories, we learn to fly,
Finding courage in the softest night.