When you close the door behind

When you close the door behind,
auntie’s waiting with games in mind.
Laughing, playing, telling tales,
don’t tell mum and dad she wails.
Auntie has the time she says,
to take us for a treat or two.
And when the knock comes to the door, she whispers not a word no more.
Auntie’s always there for us, to pick us up and dust us down.
She loves us very much she says, but does she know we love her more.
She’s with us every step we take, with many more to go.
Because of her and all she does, we love her don’t you know.

p.s More musings from my Fox’s Den. Wrote this on special request for a friend to give to her auntie.

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