By Franklin Price
Yesterday I was returning
From my first ride of the year
As I came into the back yard
Blooms of daffodils appeared
Don't think that they were blooming
When I left to take the ride
They are my Barbara's favorites
I stopped then, and there I cried
The tears were ones of happiness
For they're also faves of mine
God had made them bloom from her
And I took that as a sign.
My Barb is up in Heaven
And she's watching over me
She's wanting me to carry on
To be the person I should be
The daffodils that were there blooming
Were sent by God, who wears the crown
Barb asked if He would send them
For she's in Glory looking down.
Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2022
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
to post a comment