Oldest Daughters Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Bright orange sun, burning into my memory as slowly,
darkness begins to overtake it, putting it to bed.

A welcome sign this evening as I go to see my Aunt
Mary, praying off and on that she will be just fine.

Thinking about her brings tears to my eyes of love
as I remember special moments in time when once we
were together.

Remembering her with fond, happy memories, my one
and only Godmother for all time.

Aunt Mary has always been very special, have always
had a bond with her.

We were both the oldest living daughters in our
families.