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For my Nephews and Ellie

 To my Sterling Boys and Brielle 



I know a lot of time has gone by since you have seen me, just know In my heart you will always be. It’s so sad to write to you as if y’all aren’t here but adult drama fills the air. 


I imagine you all have grown so big and strong, your childhood laugh warms my cold days and our memories together keeps me strong. I know I’m just your aunt but y’all will forever me my Bestfriend’s, the closest thing to my own children and Gods beautiful art. 


I wonder what new things you have learned, what adventures you’ve taken? How many books have you read? Have you watched a good movie? How did you do in school virtually and what little pains you hold in your young heartsπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œ


I remember you all being so very smart, and I know your mothers are taking very good care of you. Please be patient with them because this time in life is hard for us all. 


I shed tears writing this poem but it’s been weighing heavy on my mind. The only thought that I had was why did I have to lose you precious jewels in my life.


I see you all so clear in my mind. Jo will soon be 10, Mari 4, and Ellie and Jayden 7yrs old ohhh how the time flies. The last time I saw you Ellie you had to be 5. You boys along with my other nephews will always be my first loves don’t let anyone e tell you otherwise. 


I hope life treats you all well, even as kids I know some days it’s still hard for you to smile. Don’t ever walk in anyone’s shadows, grasp onto your independence, and know the thought of you all continuously puts a sparkle in your Aunties eyes.


Don’t forget our handshake, up high, down low, πŸ‘Š, jazz hands πŸ‘‹πŸΎ


Body’s depart but the essence of love remainsπŸ’—

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