Memories from auntie

Same old memory
from my childhood days
A magic box with a ballerina inside
I am running in summer
Bare foot on the poppy fields
My aunt is still young
Her red curly hair shines
They sit on the garden
My mother and she
Telling their secrets
Laughing and drinking a cup of tea
Time goes by
They will get old
But this friendship never ends
It lasted until
One of them
Passed away in peace..