Once upon a time not so long ago
A house had stood - a home had stood
The house were a home

A mother and father raising children
Saw them grow up, leave home, having
Their own families

Mum and dad tending the garden
Planting it out, veg in the back
Flowers out the front, a well-kept lawn
Bulbs, tulips, and of course daffodils
Rose bushes, in short, the garden a delight

Then it was decided to develop Westwood
Build a shopping center, in the U S, call it a shopping mail

Mum and dad - husband and wife
Held out as long as they could
Buildings went up all around their family home

They were in the end made to give in
They got a good price right enough
Tho how can a price be put on all their memory's?

The family home bulldoze down, into rubble and dust
Their garden disappeared under concrete and tarmac
To make way for a Debenhams, store

Nothing left of what once was there
Yet, something stubbornly remained
While walking to Ramsgate from Margate, one late afternoon I noticed

A humble daffodil, every spring broke to the service Bobbing its head the yellow Petals, waving the daffodils defiance

The daffodil remained defiant for a few years
Until one day the daffodil was no longer there
Maybe a family member came back and dug up that defiant daffodil
And took it home to a new garden, maybe, I like to think so

Ken D Williams

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