My sister died—
leaving an empty vacant hole inside
that she occupied.
But memories of her
will fill these holes.

Beautiful memories
bubble up
like brilliant gems
And her four children
and eight grandchildren
fill the empty hole.

Patsy and her family
part of the fabric of my life.
Their colors weaving
throughout my life.
Now she has passed on
leaving a big hole inside me.

Patsy always wanted
me there
sitting at the table.
We traveled to connect;
She visited me a lot
Always there,
available in my life.