I lost you 27 years before

As I boarded a plane, and walked through the door

Of my new life, but knowing memories with you were core

Aunt Mitra you were my second mom

Yet my parents separated us without a qualm

You loved me unconditionally, and were to my soul a balm

I mourn the loss of what could have been,

A confidant through my teenage years

A friend to lean on and share my tears

A grandma who would have counseled me through my fears

I grieve for what should have been

Aunt Mitree, you will always be the mother of my heart

My angel without wings