Daisies

[Ghost]

(for Mamaw)

Slow,
soft, now
into
the
cool
earth.

Slow now into
the eldest and deepest dark.

* * * * * * * * * *

When you were younger and I was yet new
you bore me on the plump of your hip
among the long grasses of the birthing fields
to pick daisies and braid their stems
like new promises.

You told me each petal
was a love-me,
that, for me,
there would never be
love-me-nots.

* * * * * * * * * *

Today I bore the pall husk of you
among the dead and withered
blossoms of the wreaths
slow, soft into the cool earth.

I was told
I must leave you
there like the buried seed
that God might come
take the bloom of you home.

O, God.

O, Quiet.

Wait for me there in the wild fields of Heaven
that I might one day run to you
bearing armfuls and armfuls of daisies,

their stems untangled like kept promises.

[saw]

beautiful....I'd say more but I'm speechless at the moment...very good poetry ....

[sasha]

I second that

somehow reminds me of the stoic optimism found in the verse carved into those old slate New England headstones

enviably beautiful