there was a daisy in my yard
There was a daisy in my yard
I was ever so tempted to pick it and save it away
store it in my window with my collection of sparkly gems that glow in the early sun
but it belonged to the backyard.
fenced in to make it sacred
a safe place that hosted days of memories.
we swam in that yard
feeling weightless in the fridged waters
this spring I grew beauty out of earth
countless days in the hot sun
soil beneath my nails
Picking weeds and pruning
dancing with sister in the rain
oh so magical
then campfires and smores
bannock bread and pretend fairies
we climbed that tree
in a game it was our home
it makes me wonder about the people who will come to our yard in the future
will they cherish the fruits of the garden?
will they swim and laugh and play?
will they climb the tree that’s not really ours,
and run out to dance and spin when the rain pours down?
today I went to pick that daisy
press it and save it
a memory, a keepsake
but it was gone
and with it my worries
everything will work out
the not so perfect yard ended up being just what we needed