The smell of green hair grease
from her perfectly curled hair
perfuming the car
Her guffawed laugh for a joke or sly remark
I love to joke
Her smile widens
her eyes close slightly
she starts laughing, loudly,
at my morning grumblings
I hate all mornings
The sound of the base, from Ludacris
Our favorite song for a ride in the car
She listens without prejudice
without much judgement
I find some there
Our shopping trips to the mall is a sport,
a pick up game
the best bargain wins the day
Hot caramel cider at Starbucks
We are always winning
Crisp, Fall breeze cooling the air
driving through a large park
we slow for the ducks
Bosses of the walkway and ponds
We both love this
Movie theaters as a form of escape for us
some I have to explain
most of the time, she likes the story
She usually falls asleep if they bore her
I find that amusing
My favorite aunt, the youngest, in many ways,
out of six, one of four surviving
Taking care of an aging parent
It is taking a toll on her emotionally
I sympathize with her
Missing her, like missing peace of mind
missing the excursions, mini vacations weekends
It is tough being 3000 miles away
She says I can call anytime
I miss her face
My aunt and our mini vacations
Time cannot stand still and that sucks
Memories are cemented in our minds
Stolen so quickly, a thief in the night
I want time back