Daisies

I loved you from the first winter we watched the leaves die.

Through the Spring and her first blooms, we waded through the waters of new.

The magic of the summer sun warmed our hearts as one,

and we skipped through the fall unconcerned.

Through every season and stage of growth, I waited patiently by your side.

I waited for Spring to bless our fields with gardens.

We picked those flowers carefully,

and I held them all these years

until one day you stopped picking them for me.

Autumn came fast and my daisies wilted—I tried to keep them alive.

I could only do so much with these hands since the field had grown so vast.

I could not care for these flowers on my own.

“A rest” I thought.

That was all you needed.

I watched the garden struggle and weep, but I held onto those flowers you gave to me every Spring.

I watered them daily and sang to them at night.

But your rest persisted.

It did not come to an end.

Our garden died in the Spring.

I still hold my last daisy, wondering if I can plant it on my own.