Blue Morning Skies.... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I'll bring my love flowers
in the summer soon,
these peaceful hours
of coming May or June;
Carnations you loved dear
and Icelandic violets,
Blossoms I'll adhere
with mourning of regret.

I'll remember you
and all your kindness,
when life is anew
in spring fresh caress;
for you were full of song
and dreams of living,
always so young
in all your giving.

I will give my heart
and all its beats of trust,
for we didn't depart
and love didn't get lost;
it's still all going on
like life and its love,
like rain - like sun
like drift clouds above.