A Beautiful Memory

I was trying to find, some words to say to help you get through, this sorrowful day I remember when, we played as kids she guided us all, to get us where we did. Up and down the steps, throughout the summertime as long as we were careful, she'd say it was fine. The girls on one floor, the boys on the other she was Aunt Iris to me, and she was your mother. We all went to church trying, too young to understand what His message was, while holding onto her hand. We'd walk up the stairs, to the balcony so high I can still recall her voice, making me want to fly. Her sound had a spirit, all by itself she sang the Lord's praises, Oh! how she carried herself. We'd sit up there above, giggling sometimes like fools making funny faces, breaking all the rules. But not in my memory, do I recall any harsh words, from that woman at all. She would just smile, wave her finger like this Tell me "no! no!", with a hug and a kiss. and through it all, through the laughter and pain She helped spread His message, through the words that she sang. So goodnight Aunt Iris, rest your beautiful mind it may have taken awhile, but God's message I did find.