Tears Fall In Colour Poem by Sarah Persson

Tears Fall In Colour

From a picture frame his eyes look on,
A darkened brow from thought,
Where once he walked these streets and hills
And painted skies and daffodils.

He dedicated life to work and family,
A funny man, his heart worn on his sleeve,
The memories we shared are still astounding,
In Joyous thoughts I still can hear him breathe.

Taken from our lives alot too early,
He hadn't even seen his pension years,
The garden tree we etched our names in blossoms,
And each memory alone colours my tears.