He was the most human,
Most patient, and giving
Man I had ever known.
Gave me cut flowers
Happy and colorful
That were only in half bloom.
And we ended too soon.
Here stand the carnations
All in their glory, a symbol
Of the Gods.
Why then was God so cruel
To him and dealt the brutish hand.
The greatest take away I have
Is his tender touch on my arm.
I now have a pot of Forget Me Nots on
My kitchen window sill.
Purple Pennies 