Aunt Kay
When Momma left
you were always there.
I never had to worry about nothing.
I always knew my hair would be combed
and I knew I’d be fed.
Aunt Kay never told us her struggle
making 8 dollars an hour as a maid.
I never knew how she had a smile.
How she always provided.
It wasn’t even just me, my baby brother too.
Aunt Kay was strong. In the real way.
Taught me how to carry a house
how to be a lady.
Aunt Kay held me to cry and showed me who I was.
Making me who I am.
I wish I knew when she was alive.
I wish I could thank her one more time.
I love you. Aunt Kay.
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