The Daffodil
It’s March again as I survey Scenes around the old home place It’s been vacant now for several years Sands of time, have changed it’s face How sad to see how fleeting years Cause structures to deteriorate Memory impels me face the fact Likewise our bodies do relate Beside the house, still standing there Something special caught my eye A yellow daffodil sprang forth Bathed by sunlight from the sky Mom planted it some years ago By God’s care, it was not bound To relinquish life to winters scorn A touch of spring, made it rebound If I could be...
