My Aunt Malinda

 Malinda, 

to me you are 

the smell of warm homemade rolls 

fresh from the oven. 

You are the Allreds with quiet John 

and the Hansens with boisterous Hiedi 

and my smart mom.

You are Eric and Amy and Jaron and Dallin.

You are Grandma Lewis but taller 

You share Grandpa Gary’s sparkling blue eyes.

Malinda,

To me you are 

cousin parties on Sundays, 

Camping in the Uintas.

Basketball games,

baseball games,

And a warm soft hug from Amy.

Malinda,

you are

steady and strong,

loving and kind,

stalwart and firm.

You are woven into the tapestry of life.

And you always will be.

You have taught me

how to show love with a smile,

how to encourage and support 

quietly and steadily.