The Gentle Hands That Hold Our Hearts

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In the quiet corners of our lives they stand,
Aunts with gentle hearts and steady hands,
Whispering wisdom like the softest breeze,
Their love, a constant, never to cease.

They carry stories of a time gone by,
Weaving dreams under the endless sky,
With laughter that lights up the darkest nights,
They’re our guiding stars, our beacons of light.

In their embrace, we find our peace,
A sanctuary where worries cease,
For every tear, they have a smile,
Turning sorrow sweetly worthwhile.

Aunts, the unsung heroes in our tale,
Their love, a force that will never fail,
Through them, we learn what it means to care,
A gift so precious, beyond compare.

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