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A glorious morn

Poetry By: Brian Peza Perrins
Memoir



This poem was written in memory of my late wife, Dianne, who passed away in October 2003.


Submitted:Oct 7, 2007    Reads: 1,090    Comments: 10    Likes: 9   


I wake and rise to the morning dew

And it's not unusual that I think of you

Another wondrous morning on God's great land

Just one thing I miss, the touch of your hand

It's bright and warm, a great time for birds to sing

Just a reminder of the comfort you used to bring

As I sit outside and capture the beauty of nature at it's best

I often wonder if you are safe and your soul is at rest

You see, I'm contented now, I've learned to live

You just get on with your life, to share and to give

The lessons I learned throughout our days

Will stand me in good stead in so many ways

So it's to you that I name this glorious morn

I thank God that I met you and the day you were born.





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