A kind soul was born April 22,1958.
She lived life not relying on fate.
These words are about Patty Wessel.
On May 3,2008, she left her earthly vessel.
I knew her but a short period of time.
Why her? She was still in her prime.
She possessed a sweet, sweet soul.
Being kind was obviously her role.
She’s really not left family and friends.
I know it seems so using an earthly lens.
One more line and I’ll be through.
Patty, we all deeply miss being with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem