Hear, hear,
Lonely little Daisy.
The sun is out,
Don’t you remember how you love the sun?
You were our summer baby;
Our only summer baby.
Don’t you feel special Daisy–
Didn’t I teach you to feel special?
The only Daisy in a bouquet of Roses,
The only Daisy.
Why do you miss me,
You miss me too much.
You were my long-legged baby;
My ballerina baby.
Don’t you feel lovely Daisy–
Didn’t I tell you that you were lovely?
Daisy, Daisy, Daisy…
How did that song go?
Something about a bicycle made for two–
One seat for me and one for you–
I can’t remember now but I’d sing it to you.
Don’t you worry Daisy.
After death,
New flowers will always keep blooming.
Isn’t that quite wonderful Daisy?
Don’t be afraid for me;
For you.
Oh Daisy Cheer up!
You will always be my Daisy,
Near or far.
Daisy,
Daisy,
Daisy.
My Daisy.
Poem By Inny Taylor
Image by Elizabeth Amore Bradley
