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Daisy Days

This was my daisy day,
watching mama die,
I was only small so
I still believed in Princesses.

I had a tiara decorated
with daisies, the hardy type,
I looked like a queen
holding tight to Papa's hand.

A handkerchief with neat folds,
as moving on, I chose yellow
tulips, out of season
it was Christmas after all,

Looked startled as confetti
flew, it was late, fading light,
why on earth re-marry
on what turned out, the
warmest Christmas in 25 years.

I don't think I'll risk a third,
I'm running out of flowers
daisies make me feel sad
and tulips are a little flimsy.

In this unseasonal snow
I think I will be a hothouse flower,
show my nose occasionally
then retreat, wiping pollen
from my whiskers

Poetry by Elle