Poem to my Aunt By: Vashon Simpson Jr Walking through the gray sidewalks and painted walls of Philadelphia Wanting

to see the place that brings Memories as sweat as sugarcane, But crushes my heart with the truth

The truth that says That a small, two bed room apartment that felt so calm is The final home you would own and the final time I would See your short boyish haircut, but warm womanly face

Never wanting to stop looking For you until God himself came from the clouds to Tell me you were with him

My year with you I cannot forget The love of a mother you gave me Even though you were my aunt

And even though the; The years are minutes And the days are seconds

All I need is a second to say thank you for every moment