In the quiet whispers of dawn’s early light,
They weave dreams and tales of might,
With hands that soothe and hearts so bright,
Our aunts, the stars in the night.

They carry stories from days of old,
Wrapped in laughter, tender and bold,
With every hug, warmth unfolds,
Their love, a treasure to behold.

Through storms and trials, they stand tall,
In their embrace, we never fall,
Their wisdom, a guiding call,
In their presence, we feel it all.

Aunts, the silent strength we adore,
Their love, an endless, boundless shore,
In their eyes, we see much more,
The gentle guardians, forevermore.