Daffodil blooms bright
and early, brings hope
that spring and spring
and spring will dance
lightly one after another,
and I can forget that
one will be my last.
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.
A 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.
Yes, we all will have one last spring! We never know when it will be.
ReplyDeleteEnds 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.
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ReplyDeleteA 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!
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