more than just me more than just a daisy alone

hard to compare a lifetime of love, depression, loss, happiness to one flower

my  heart is like the daisy I wore in my hair when I was married

the daisy I picked as a girl

the flower of simplicity

and yellow ' and white beauty

yet one by one its petals fall off

to the ground or blown to the wind like

human ashes

we human flowers bloom

we fade

we die

but the existence of a daisy 

will grow again

as the new young 

flourish forever

the heart bleeds mourns and burns

so perhaps a more descriptive 

comparison

might be  a hurricane

destruction rain violent wind

and the after math

where the new daisies grow

Marilyn

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

daisies are really tough...and they live through droughts, storms, they survive...even as they lose petals...they grow new ones ...
and flourish...
j.

[marilyn 1225]

I will keep that in mind whenever that ' low feeling overwhelms me you are like a minister of good will and true kindness your lucky students to have you for their inspiration,,