daisies sit here on my desk
reminding me of spring
outside the winter's so cold
i wish the birds could still sing
daisies rest in my hair, like a crown
and he makes sure they are just right
spring has come and with it he has come
and he enraptures my sight
daisies on the fabric of his sheets
as we tumble on them
summer's so full of hope
and i love him
daisies stitched on his hospital gown
always with a smile,
he says everything's gonna be okay
that he'll be better in a little while
daisies on his mother's purse
fall has come with sirens loud
screaming-fighting-crying
to death, my love, has bowed
daisies long sprinkled on a grave
he has gone way too soon
from my desk, i stare out at the frozen land
slamming the vase, cursing the immortal winter moon.
~brittany
4/24/10
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