MY DEAR AUNT FLORENCE I sat down at my computer to write, But words, I could not find. So I drew a mental picture Of something running through my mind.

The picture was a charming one A sparkling kitchen scene. Of a white haired lady pouring tea With the daintiness of a queen.

The rooms were dusted shining clean And everything in its place. The polished floors and shining doors Reflect the image of one’s face.

When she dressed for a special occasion, In a model’s soft attire. She wore a charming lady look Which everyone admired.

Now the lady that I have written about And in my mind, there is no doubt. Is my loving Aunt Florence Who is now up in heaven, crowing That’s without a doubt!

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