In the soft whispers of the night, they come,
Bearing tales of yesteryears and wisdom,
With hearts that beat in sync with ours,
Aunts, the gentle guardians of our lives.

Through laughter and the quiet tears,
They stand as pillars strong and true,
Their love, a beacon in the darkest times,
Aunts, the silent warriors by our sides.

With hands that craft and voices that soothe,
They weave the fabric of our dreams,
In their embrace, we find our peace,
Aunts, the weavers of our destinies.

In every moment, big or small,
They leave imprints on our hearts,
Forever cherished, always dear,
Aunts, the eternal keepers of our souls.