From Dust Can So Come Poem by Uloia Norris Moore

A new dawn of day
better wish
for the morrow

My Queen
I cannot find
a way to
so sing

No more of
such
sorrow about
yesterdays
today


Regrets most to
do I so have
will she come
on the morrow

Tackle box neatly
laid with her
finger tips
afraid not
like most

Lioness her
self
if but that I
truley knew
then on the
morrow
a sunflower
again

I would see
that
as a mate
I still miss
Her