The day after. The day after she’s gone. Left us to fend for ourselves. Left us with the mother and dad. Left us with way too much space.
Oh the sadness. Oh the grief. Oh when will she come back again. Auntie M, Auntie M. Please come back soon.
We miss you, Auntie M, we love you. And Quigley says he will try not to kiss your skin off the next time.
But I wouldn’t put money on it.
To all of our friends out there, we hope you’ve got an Auntie M that makes you so joyous.
Love, a tired and sad,
Annie and Quigley
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