Daisy Day

You can keep them all-
The bouquets on the shelves
Crinkle clean wrapped
And heavy scent filled.

Leave the cards unwritten
Print-run verses
Hidden in unopened folds
Cellophane sealed.

“You do a good job, Mum.”
Backslapped over boiling kettle.
“I made you this.
It’s a bit dead…squashed
In my pocket from the park.”

It’s perfect.

A daisy caterpillar;
Remembrance of our first summers.
It smells like a hundred
Freeform life-rich days.
“Thank you. I’ll keep it.”
We both laugh, hugging.
“I know you will. I know you well.

Author: Lowrey E. Gray

Usually found with a cup of tea, a pet or a book, I am most content with life's humble gifts. A catch up with friends and home baked cakes is my idea of bliss. My heart beats where my family are close but my soul will always be in that place between sunset and sunrise. 💚

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