Gathering Bouquets

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.