The colors of my heart are true
I remember Aster Blue  
This raindrop life
one day will end
While there are flowers yet to tend.

As you and yours are growing free.
There shall be blossoms I won't see
When rainbows cross the Autumn sky
Think of me but do not cry

I've lived my life with an open heart
And Loved you from the very start.
This poet's muse my Aster Blue.
My poems are flowers meant for You.

If only one should move your heart
I'll know it wasn't wasted art.

So when the asters bloom my friend
And my life has met it's end
Recall my words from time to time
My children are my words of rhyme