The Blue Daisy

I visited my husband's grave each day, To be close to where my husband lay. It gave me solace in my deep grief. Death had taken my truelove like a thief. I arrived at his grave one day in the summer heat, And a single blue daisy greeted me so sweet. Each day that week there was an exquisite blue daisy. I wondered who was leaving this lovely flower daily. Days later the mystery was solved of this act so kind. It was a woman from the past I didn’t expect to find. His first wife from years ago placed the daisy on his grave. She left it in memory for the love that he gave. I did not speak to her or interrupt her gracious deed. Sorrow knows no bounds when the heart bleeds. Daisy was a name he used to call her with affection. I respected her grief, and could sympathize with her adoration. 6/14/17 Blue Daisy Contest Sponsor: Mystic Rose