we used to gather flowers in the spring.
you were small then, and it didn't matter if the
flowers were what I would consider weeds.
dandelions were as beautiful as any other.
I don't remember seeing daisies back then.
A stranger must have walked by, strewing
seeds in the grasses, waist high, bending
lightly in the breeze.
Many years later, you are now so much taller
than the grasses, so elegant and poised.
Me, I am only a little taller than the grasses
and I wander by the smiling daisies
and think of you as a child.
A smile forms on my lips,
I am grateful for daisies and dandelions.