Aunt Christina Dixon❤️

How i wish I could visit Aunt Chris
Such a very special person
She is someone I do miss

She went away to Heaven
To join the angels in the sky
She was almost one hundred
When she did die

She was my partner playing scrabble
Oh how we used to talk
She liked visiting our home
But that was when she still could walk

A very wise old woman was she
Full of tales from her childhood
Which she always told to me

Though called Chris
Christina Dixon was her name
She used to tell me a story
About a secret old flame

She told me a tale 
out of the blue
she was almost wed
This apparently was true

Chris had a change of mind
So she wrote a little letter
She said she was abit unkind
But she thought it for the better

In her latter years
I used to visit her alot
Was at Queens house, Kelso
A very lovely spot

Chris had her own room
They looked after her well
She was really very cheerful
Untill the day she fell

Poor soul broke her hip
So after that she couldn’t walk
But she loved my visits
We so enjoyed our talk

Last time I saw her
She said was her time to go
Chris told me she would miss me
She was fond of me you know

God bless you dear Aunt Chris
With the angels up above
There is a hole in our heart
But we think of you with love❤️