Tag Archives: Garden

Origin


I come from silky mud

after a season of rain, rain, rain

one spring.

The universe would not

allow the earth to dry up

my mother could not resist

and picked up a clump

and made a fist

to shape me into the person I am today.

She told me though

that I had picked her.

 

Daisy


This poem is dedicated to my sister Daisy. Today would have been her 82nd Birthday. 

Daisy on my front porch

I am reminded

of you everyday

in so many different ways

especially at dawn

as the sun slowly sneaks up

on us to help us watch

daisies dance with buttercups

she was the sunshine

of the night

and made our lives

feel just right.

She was my confidant

and the keeper of my hopes

she never let me down

and taught me how to cope

with life’s imperfections.

Daisy was my sister dear

when around her

I never feared.

I could tell you so much more

of the things that made her special

but as you know

of daisies sweet

the bees converge upon their feet.

My sister Daisy

spread her love

and made you believe

that angels looked down on only you

from the heavens  above.

I am reminded of her everyday

in so many different ways

and when I see a garden near

I look for daisies among the rest

because of all the flowers on the earth

daisies are the very best.