Carnations in the breeze...


Laughter in the spring, with joyous memories in my mind.
We await what the change of seasons will bring.

A sweet scent carried through the air, that makes the past more kind.
From carnations in the breeze that blows through your hair.

I'd love to raise my voice and sing, but the right melody I cannot find.
Words and music to express what you used to bring.

Thoughts of you will carry on, and in my heart you shall live.
My grief will not have won.

Love is what you brought in all my days before, and love is what you'll bring,
well beyond when we live again behind the same door.

~ in memory of Ferne Parker. My beloved Aunt.
by Jeremy Wunders.