Flawless Beauty Of The Night
She Walks In Beauty Like The Night
My Mother has Sister's by the score, my memories of love cannot replace.
But one stood out in memories fond.
She walked beside my memories trail, always in shadow of the rest
She defined the Woman that makes me
Well, the good parts to be true
The quiet beauty that is her
Is not overshadowed by her graceful ways
Giving, and kind, with a compassionate nature
a passionate speaker regarding rights
As fond memories imprint themselves upon Childhood and throughout
It is with a loving thought
A Child of five or more I'd wait expectantly so
When on the verge of maturity, she read my thoughts and always there
And to me her love and kindness true
A most independent sort, hours of Politics, we would discuss
Of life and love, this one to be sure has influenced me more
Silently, and with gentle grace
Her love, the beacon as the moon splinters upon all she touches
and scatters like stars upon the Earth
She walks in beauty like the Night
To my Aunt Pauline: Whom has throughout the Years, Loved me, and had the good sense to tell me unequivocally when I am wrong.