In the quiet corners of the heart they dwell,
With laughter that lights up the darkest hall.
A tapestry of stories only they can tell,
Their gentle whispers a comforting call.
With hands that weave dreams into the air,
Their embrace a safe haven from life’s storm.
Guiding us with wisdom, tender and rare,
In their presence, love takes its warmest form.
Through eyes that see the beauty in the small,
They teach us to cherish every fleeting day.
Their spirit, a beacon that will never fall,
In their care, we find our own unique way.
Aunts, the pillars that never fade from view,
Their legacy, an ever-burning flame.
In every moment, their love feels like new,
In their warmth, we find life’s sweetest game.