Dearest Aunt There's a very special someone that I love to talk about I could in fact, do more than that, why I could almost shout She's not my mom or sister or a friend that I call "Hon" No, actually she's more than that, she's all of those in one She's someone you'd be proud to know, if luck was on your side And if some day you meet her, then you'll understand my pride She loves me like a mother, yet she doesn't try to preach She's as warm as any sister, and she's never out of reach Her confidence and loyalty are much like a good friend But family ties are closer, like the ink within a pen I turn to her in times of woe, I turn to her in gladness I seek her comfort any time I feel a lonesome sadness I've searched for just the proper words to tell her how I feel But until this very moment nothing had the right appeal It's hard to say "I Love You", and I didn't want to rant But there, now I have told you, my dearest precious Aunt I wish that every one I know could have someone like you An Aunt that shows an interest in most everything you do Who reads your mind just like a book, from cover unto cover And delights in your excitement of new worlds that you discover There's little more that I could add except to say that she Is all and more than any Aunt. . .  should ever hope to be My fondest wish is simply this, that God will keep her strong And keep her ever near my heart, the place where she belongs. Dawn Stratton © 1992