Yes that really was her name,
To me she was 'Auntie Sunny',
Smiling and playing a game.
Trips to the river and coastline,
Her enormous garden of flowers,
Hilarious tales of adventures,
How priceless that she was ours.
As visits became less jaunty,
The love if anything grew,
There was never a day not special,
With the gran I never knew.
This week her storybook's full,
Nine decades of joy-filled refrain,
Now whenever I think of my Auntie,
The sun will always shine again.