In the Meadow

Sunshine, daises, and purple marshmallow In my meadow which the humans left fallow Lovely flowers I greet Glad to give their fruit sweet To the sounds of my stream so shallow The sky is grey, the sun is dead For it would follow where my sweet-ling led Plants crunch 'neath my boots Dead for still having roots In this meadow where from all he fled Something has upset the drowsy air So I rise from among petals fair Creatures bolted in fear At me she stops to peer Not one of my homes did she spare A monarch floats nearer, an old broken toy I reach my hand forward to crush out its joy He once was as weak Wings brush my dry cheek In this meadow, at last, I can cry for my boy By Grace Williams