Grace and poise and beauty in unison
The dance of the cygnets on ice.
I recall the Royal Albert Hall, where you took us.
Almost the last time we met.
When Death came calling you were sleeping
Or I like to think of it that way.
For your body lay unidentified for days,
The news came much too late.
Shorn of the grace and poise and beauty
That kept you dancing in life.
May the soul rest in peace and may you be peaceful…
Yes, I hope so too. Thats one more thing I loved about the prompts. It made me reach into places I do not visit often. In fact I haven’t thought of this aunt for a few years now!