Memory builds a little pathway that goes winding through my heart. It’s a lovely, quiet, gentle trail, from other things apart. I only meet when traveling there, the folks I like the best. For this road I call remembrance , is hidden from the rest. But I hope I’ll always find you, Aunt Evelyn, in my memory rendezvous. For I keep this little secret place to meet with loved ones like you. Love you, rest in peace.