Time for Daisies

Time for Daisies

“Bring me flowers
while I live”,
she said,
so long ago.
We brought
them to her
funeral,
for us
as well as her.

Springtime came
a-walking,
climbing
on a wall.
Bounding
little
children,
pray they
will not fall.
All of us
are children,
learning
each short day.

Black and white
reveals a lot.
Colours can
conceal.
Sorrows,
we can learn
from too,
before our
feelings heal.

White flowers
in the springtime,
on the
flower stand,
waiting for
a buyer
to take them
all in hand.
Disaster in
the springtime,
when promises
are made.
There are
some things
I can not say.
Sweet words
that must
be stayed.

In all my days,
it’s never been
as deadly
as today.
Self-isolation
came too late,
and sickness
came along,
bounding like
a skipping child,
who’s climbed
forbidden walls.
So now we’re
trapped behind
our door,
protecting
one and all.

Springtime came
a-walking,
climbing
on a wall.
Bounding little
children,
pray we will
not fall.
All of us
are children,
learning each
short day.
Black and white
reveals a lot.
Feelings are
concealed.
Sorrows,
we may suffer
too,
before our
feelings heal.

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