Poem 37: The Lost Loved One

This is about my great aunt, who lived far apart from me. 

She lived until around 2013-2014, I can't remember. 

It seems so long since I saw her. 

 
 

It makes my heart, metaphorically bleed, 

To see her one more time, and that is the need, 

And the sad truth is, I won't see her again. 

She was a tough cookie, 

She lived until the late '80s. 

She was a great aunt, 

We used to see her, 

Every month or so, 

She was a good aunt, 

She called my sister fat, 

But that is an exception, 

Well, whenever we used to see her, 

My two uncles, (Tom and Nigel), 

Tom's girlfriend, her name was Jackie, 

My father and my sister came. 

How I loved those times, 

You would not believe, 

I wish to see her again, 

Yet know I f*****g can't. 

 
 

How I miss her, 

It makes my heart ache, 

It makes my soul, 

Feel like it has been scraped, 

With a rake, the rake of truth. 

The rake of death. 

How I would like to see her. 

Ah, it makes me feel happy, 

Whenever I think of the last reunion, 

Like any other, 

Boy, it was fantastic let me tell you, 

Then at last the memory comes to an end, 

And fades away, out of your head, 

And you can't remember, 

But you want to know it, 

And it was the last thing I had. 

But why didn't I take a photo with her?