The Two-Cent Daffodil

The Two-Cent Daffodil My Nana Pat, with a careful hand and eye, Would've loved this stamp, a piece of sky. Two daffodils, sun-kissed and so bright, Held in a square of soft, creamy light. I can picture her now, with her albums open wide, A small world of paper and ink by her side. With tweezers so gentle, she'd settle each one, A small victory savored beneath the afternoon sun. This two-cent flower, a promise of spring, Was the sort of small treasure she loved to bring Into her collection, a record of place, Each stamp a new story, a moment of grace. And though she is gone, I can still see her smile, In this tiny landscape, worth more than a while. For this isn't just postage, but memory's art, A daffodil blooming in a grandmother's heart.