In the heart of family gatherings, they stand,
With laughter like a gentle summer breeze,
Guiding us through life’s uncharted land,
Their wisdom whispered among the trees.

Aunts, with stories woven from golden threads,
Crafting tales of yesteryears and dreams,
Their voices echoing in our heads,
Like rivers flowing through time’s gentle streams.

With open arms, they cradle our fears,
Nurturing hope in moments of despair,
Their love a beacon that never disappears,
A constant presence, always there.

Through life’s tapestry, they weave their grace,
In every hug and every knowing glance,
Aunts, the gentle anchors we embrace,
In their warmth, we find our second chance.