My Aunt Iris

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    *note* This is a poem I wrote for my aunt after she passed away, I read it at her funeral
     

    My Aunt Iris

     Once upon a rainy night
    I became a big part of your life
    You brightened up each and everyday
    Now the years slowly fade away
    You were my sunshine
    You were my rain
    Your love for me always remained
    Through times of sorrow
    Through times of joy
    You even test drove my shiney new red toy
    You held my hand as I gave birth
    Now I give you back to the earth
    Your body may have now failed
    But my love for you shall always prevail

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    earthangel54 commented on My Aunt Iris

    09-07-2009

    Well I did ten feathers, and as the average is ten for this poem I think I did it correctly! lol
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    Cerene

    09/07/2009

    LOL! You did it right. basic scale of 1-10 with 10 being the highest

    earthangel54 commented on My Aunt Iris

    09-07-2009

    I'm unsure whether one feather or ten is better and couldn't find anything that would tell me. :(
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    earthangel54 commented on My Aunt Iris

    09-07-2009

    Wonderfully written! So many should be able to relate to this with no problem. :)
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    Cerene

    09/07/2009

    Thank you

    Frankee commented on My Aunt Iris

    09-05-2009

    This is beautiful, im very sorry for your loss, she sounded like a sweet lady
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    Cerene

    09/07/2009

    Thank you. She was the greatest aunt a person could ever have.

    Mysticfantasy commented on My Aunt Iris

    09-04-2009

    Have to get my vote in. What a wonderful tribute to Iris it would be if this poem won. RIP Iris. 6/3/1945 - 8/27/2009
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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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