When what is left

Thanks to this poem being liked by a new follower I got to revisit it.. Often I forget what I write and since I write a lot its interesting to revisit posts. This one was written only one month after my mother died… my sister really struggled in the aftermath… going into psychiatric care about 3 times. She is now out and living in the world but the feelings in this poem still make me ache and cry… I had the dream of my sister and I walking along the beach many many years ago.. being the sole survivors of our immediate family (apart from my brother I rarely see or hear from) means we share so much history.. I supported my sister when she was struggling and I am grateful now she is well even if we travel very different pathways.