The Privilege

Call me Auntie Aicha, pronounced eye-sha,
A name that dances on the tongues of my beloveds,
A name that carries the weight of heritage,
The warmth of family, the joy of connection.

It’s a privilege, this role, a sacred honour,
To be the guide, the confidante, the cool aunt
To weave tales of wonder and dreams unspoken,
To be the compass when the world seems broken.
Every giggle, every tear, a world unto itself,
And I, the keeper of those precious moments.

Being an auntie an honour bestowed upon me at sweet sixteen.
It was then my heart expanded, my world grew,
As I cradled new life in my arms,
Felt the pulse of possibility in tiny fingers.

The Joy

I watched as they took their first steps,
Tumbled and laughed,
Their giggles like music,
Each note a new discovery,
Each day an adventure.

Being an auntie means being a storyteller,
Weaving tales of yesteryears,
Of ancestors who paved the way,
Of dreams yet to be realized,
Of strength, resilience, and love.

In every hug, a universe of warmth.
To share in the triumphs, to lift in times of fall,
To be both the safety net and the launching pad.
It’s a dance of laughter, a waltz of shared secrets.

The laughter of little voices,
Echoing like sweet melodies in my heart.

Their questions, endless and curious,
Their wonder, vast and boundless.
Each moment spent with them,
A chapter in the story of my life.

The Honour

Being an auntie is a privilege, an honour, a joy.
The trust placed in me,
To be a guiding star, a gentle hand
To share wisdom learned, not from age, but from love.
To be a rock, steadfast and strong,
Yet soft enough to absorb their tears.

It’s an honour to guide, to listen,
To offer wisdom gleaned from my own path,
To be a refuge, a safe harbour,
When the storms of growing up rage.

Being an auntie means cheering the loudest,
Celebrating victories, big and small,
Wiping tears, mending hearts,
With hugs that say, “I’m here for you.”

It’s an honour, this bond, a connection beyond words,
A sacred thread that ties souls across time.
To watch them grow, to see them soar,
To know that in their heart, I have a place to call home.
Call me Auntie Aicha, and I will respond with love,
For this is a role crafted by heart, by destiny, by choice.

The Uniconditional Love

In this role, I am more than a relative;
I am a confidante, a friend, a mentor.
The privilege of unconditional love,
Wraps around us like a warm blanket,
Fostering bonds that time cannot break.

Call me Auntie Aicha, pronounced eye-sha,

For in the role of an auntie,
I have found a piece of heaven on earth,
A connection that transcends time and space,
A bond that will forever remain unbroken.

Auntiehood is a gift, and I am forever grateful.
As I cherish these moments,
These gifts of life and laughter,
Each one a testament to the beauty of family,
To the joy of being an auntie.

A Journey

So here’s to the journey, to the laughter, to the tears,
To the endless tales whispered under the stars.
To the lessons learned and the love shared,
To being more than just an auntie, but a guiding star.
Call me Auntie Aicha, pronounced eye-sha,
And let the world know, this is a name filled with love.

Just call me Auntie Aicha

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