The embodiment of joy she was
Slang word, she was my cuz
But more so like and aunt
Even close to god mother
She was like no other
Every time I saw her she smiled at me
She called me cutie repeatedly
Always told me she was proud
She followed me like a cloud
When I was down, I always knew she was praying
Praying for me to succeed
A kind of Angel, the best breed
She’ll always be apart of my soul
In my heart she always has a role
Days turn to months, a short time into a while
I will always remember that smile
R.I.P. Cousin Nita...
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