I knew Patty as a writer...and we were online friends.
She was much more than that to me...
perhaps like a sister, and a best friend both.

I wish...
~I had one day more to meet her in person,
~to tell her how much she meant to me...
~to share the things I never had the chance to say,
~to hug her with love and say THANK YOU for being in my life.
*
I just don't know what to say...
I want to say so much but all my words seem to pale.
.
My sincere and deepest condolances to her friends and family.
A tribute for the wonderful friend I knew

***
When The North Star Dimmed
*

Along the churchyard wall amid bright flowers, look for me
Where at my feet, the land rolls soft down the valley,
At my head the Elm stands tall, and casts a long shadow.
Easter brings a trinity of crosses bristling on sky, waiting for sunrise.
*
*
Talk to me of roots beneath these deep green meadows.
Here are mine grown up, and spread through emptied spaces of my eyes.
Yet I see my home amid the pastures, while my children eat the harvest,
And in it, taste the stones that made their bread.
*
*
The seasons roll on, like millstones.
Yet every spring brings roses, resurrected from the soil.
Look for me amid bright flowers at the churchyard wall.
There are my roots; my canopy is stretched across the bluest sky.
*
*
I promise to shine a light,
Behind the rain streaked wet glass.
Dance upon the dark and cold still waters,
Glow in the candle of your room, through the heart of dark shadows.

*
*
Elaine
***
For You Patty... With Love Always
.