For Terri Poem by Tasha Miller

I know you are my aunt,
but is that really true?
You seem more like a sister,
I even grew up with you.

I remember many ball games
and we hoed many a weed.
I remember you loved me enough
to teach me how to read.

You let me play with your Barbie
even when I pulled off her head.
And I’ll never forget
how you carried me when I bled.

You taught me the difference
between bad and good.
You were more than an aunt,
You gave me my childhood.

I could never thank you enough,
I know that I can’t.
You are a blessing to me
not just my aunt.