Daisy Meadows
By Cinara
Daisy Meadows I loved the sloping meadows and the flowers growing wild The yellow daisies picked by loving fingers of a child I remember from the porch as they were gathering their yield Little heads were bobbing up and down the summer field I loved my window sill adorned with brilliant small bouquets As I look down and reminisce of bygone daisy days Another generation fills the moments left behind And skips into the pretty daisy meadows of my mind An untaught small tradition that brings joy to child’s face Intuitive the gift of love that brings a warm embrace Today some daisy petals will be gathered there once more When little feet of happiness come prancing through my door Written March 16th, 2002 © on Mar 15 2002 11:19 PM PST 0 • 8
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