Where are you, Debbie?

Where are you, Debbie?
Do you exist in the world?
Or somewhere so unknown,
You shall never again be heard?
Do you wander with strangers,
Or sit with neighbors?
Is it truly a lovely place
To be?

Where are you, Mother,
The one we remember so well?
Who comforts us in the night,
With a laugh like ringing bells?
Who watched soccer games a many,
And provided us with plenty?
Is it truly a lovely place
To be?

Where are you, Wife,
The one he desired the most?
Do you still kiss him goodnight,
Or still prepare his breakfast toast?
The couple that would never separate,
The one he called his soulmate?
Is it truly a lovely place
To be?

Where are you, Sister,
Who shared laughs and a smile,
With a brother who would never leave her,
Even for just a while?
The siblings that would endure any day
The hardships that may come their way?
Is it truly a lovely place
To be?

Where are you, Daughter,
Whom they adored and took pride in?
And smiled and gestured,
When you would stride in?
The one who could never be more good
For the parents who knew she would?
Is it truly a lovely place
To be?

Where are you, Aunt,
The one I write this to?
That we would travel miles away
Just so we could see you?
Do you dwell in my mind
Just to remind
Me of the times
I'm missing today?
Where are you, Debbie?

Is it truly a lovely place
To be?