Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Daisies In Heaven



Daisies In Heaven

She is dancing in a field of daisies
Her translucent figure a little hazy.
Twirling in the morning sun
She is having so much fun.
Her hair streams out like golden silk,
Her skin glows, white as mother’s milk.
Standing by her life’s dried up stream
She tries to capture misplaced dreams.
I longingly watch her from afar
As she places daises in an old jam jar.
Her vision is so bittersweet
I want to breathe in her scent and keep
My child safe and here with me.
I can never understand how it can be
That years from now she will still be eleven.
I want to ask her, are there daisies in heaven?

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