Yes, we all will have one last spring! We never know when it will be.
Ends with a disconcerting thought that makes the reminder in the first part even stronger. I guess I too prefer to forget which things will be my last.
DaffiesA bunch of daffodils;I bought them because they reminded me of you.Of the way you brighten up my day.Of the warmth that wraps itself around me.A poor substitute for your arms, yet these thoughts and feelings exude, and a smile as bright as a bunch of daffodils.
What a surprise ending on this beautiful spring poem. Great job!