Memories of you fill hazy spring skies.
I hear your lingering voice when birds sing.
Always you're there in your daughter's brown eyes.
When she speaks, your quiet, laughing tones ring.
As family gathers, you're at our side
with all the warm, happy feelings you bring.
Through life's ups and downs, you'll be my best friend
Brothers and sisters endure to the end.
Written in memory of my brother and shared with One Stop Poetry for Form Monday which, for today, is ottava rima.