Daisy chain, fresh and clean, does he love me? Does he want to hold my hand? Do my fingers fill the emptiness between his? Could we sit on a hill like this one until the stars came out and never feel the time?
It was just one daisy, which she had hastily picked, from the county park, on the way to the nursing home. But once she arrived and the staff found a white crystal vase, it looked very elegant. Her grandmother clapped her hands to see it. “Oh, you brought nature in to see me!”
Daisy chain, fresh and clean, does he love me? Does he want to hold my hand? Do my fingers fill the emptiness between his? Could we sit on a hill like this one until the stars came out and never feel the time?
Soft white petals amidst a warm sunny core. He plucked each velvet blade from it’s star and let them fall lazily back into the mass of it’s brethren.
“He loves me….he loves me not…”
It was just one daisy, which she had hastily picked, from the county park, on the way to the nursing home. But once she arrived and the staff found a white crystal vase, it looked very elegant. Her grandmother clapped her hands to see it. “Oh, you brought nature in to see me!”