for my sister

such intricate stitching
in autumnal tones
your fingers creating
despite brittle bones

there on the sofa
we chatted and sipped
reruns with guns blazing
we knew the bleak ending

a daughter returning
from some fun or other
you dozed with slipped glasses
always a wise mother

the green squares
are sprouting
a force that renews
so many other beautiful hues

the sun keeps reflecting
all manner of blues
a grin from a tightly held
mouth near a noose

black borders surround
us all when we fade
your rainbow is rising
from such heavy rain

walk over the arch
to gold at the end
this blanket of love
warms like a true friend