The morning sun rose and the evening sky cast deep shadows as we made love that day.

The passion of our love was the only escape from a world gone crazy. We made love that final night and the war was over. Calm prevailed as you gave me your seed.

We lay in the poppy fields that night just breathing life in. 

You were gone the next day, but the life you gave grew in my belly and I carried your child. Your son was born in the fields of red poppies. 

You gave me the gift of eternal life.