This was written for my friend to his baby son;
Like the warming glow of the Autumn sun...

Perfection was a myth and tale
in which we didn't trust...

You are resting now
Although I'll miss you greatly...

No fanfares, no trumpets
No choirs of angels sang...

Getting bored with sitting alone
After cleaning and sorting and tidying the home...

Waiting; he sits alone and wonders if she'll see.
Wanting; to sit beside her, where he wants to be...

I seem to have lost my own mind
I wonder if you'd be so kind...

A message I'm hoping to find
Are words that are friendly and kind...

I once had a purple flower
And I sniffed it every hour...

You haunt my dreams.
Your face is forever in mind...

Poetry fills my mind
and song fills my heart...

Don't fear me
just enjoy me...