Picnics In Eternity Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

we were so happy with the lemon drop sun

with the pink cakes in cartoon picnics

on red checked cloths



and the light green lace of april trees

I don't see how Eternity

could not have these as well



as angel choirs. there sinking in mud

in the rain soaked lanes

and the scent of the flowers all our own



would feel like home; like home, prolonged



and the flowers would never die there.

the blossoms would only get brighter.

we would wait for the stars, but no Sunset.



mary angela douglas 6 august 2019