Meeting

As I walked around the hearth the hooded figure turned to smile at me. My favourite aunt. A lonely child, I always had a bond with her and after she went I found lots of her books in which she'd marked passages which spoke to me. I asked her why she'd written her poems and she told me that they helped her in the very saddest times of her life and through them she grew stronger and found faith. She reminded me that my mother also wrote poems. She gave me an engraved silver disc. Then she asked me if I was being true to myself. I gave her a rose quartz crystal to heal her heart and as I turned to leave she smiled at me again.