You always liked Daffodil
her trumpet sounded clear
until,
the music stopped that day
for you
and heavens light
came streaming through,
and so you left
for the other side
a brighter time was calling
you
and yes I do, miss you too.
Daffodil, Oh Daffodil
I will waltz with you
until,
all the fields have left the
hill
and grass is gone,
no longer green
and you are in the world
unseen.
And why I say that
I wonder too
where you are now
as here am I,
and Miss Golden Daffodil is
shining
under the cloudy sky.
(Written August 13, 2013
with a golden Daffodil)
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