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.