In the gentle whispers of the night,
Aunts weave tales of ancient lore,
Guiding us with their secret light,
To lands where dreams forever soar.

With laughter that fills the empty rooms,
They chase away our silent fears,
In their embrace, a garden blooms,
A refuge through the fleeting years.

Through eyes that see beyond the veil,
They understand the unspoken words,
In their presence, we never fail,
For their love, like wings of birds.

Aunts, the artists of life’s sweet song,
Their melodies echo in our hearts,
In their wisdom, we grow strong,
A bond that never departs.