The touch of her soft hand br i remember it well. br i hear her voice; br she still dwells br dear aunt rochelle. br br How i have missed you br and your glow. br The tales you told me br such a long time ago. br Your storys of france br and the chateau. br the secrets youve told me br and still nobody knows br br I remember your collection br of big exotic hats br with feathers and jewlery br all kinds of nick nacks br br I also remember your beauty br and how your presance br graced the room br like the soft glow br of an angel br wearing the best perfume br br Everybody knew and loved you br and always wanted to talk br but they never knew you br like i did br so we would go take a walk br and you would tell me br how much you did regret br starting to smoke br as you lit a cigerette. br br I found a friend in you. br a friend ill never forget br and the way you treated me br differently from anyone you met br br I one day asked, br i was only 10 years old, br why i was so different br and there she told me br how i reminded her br of herself br when she was a child br by everything i did br and she shed a tear and smiled. br Then she sung to me br one last story br the melody still echos br in my head, br she made me promise br her that i would never do what she did: br to not do what she wanted br and followed someone elses path instead. br and i still swear on br every word i said. br br At her funeral br a thousand tears were shed br heaven couldnt wait. br I still swear on every word i said. br br .For Shelly.