A Pot of Daffs
I bought some potted daffodils
To grace my windowsill.
Their yellow brightness warms the room
As flowers always will.
They’ll only last a week or two
But how my soul does dance
Each time that golden color
Draws me in for one quick glance.
I’ve made myself a promise
That I hope that I can keep –
That flowers will be waiting
When I rise and go to sleep.
I’ve reached the point in life
Where what I really understand
Is how vital it can be to have
Such beauty close at hand.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2015
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